The streets of Memphis are littered with lonely soles.

I'm not sure where they come from, but they're everywhere: single shoes, all styles, laying pathetically on sidewalks or in the middle of the street. They're not confined to one neighborhood or zip code. They exist in the way that armadillos exist - lying on the pavement, sort of artesian in nature, as though they sprang forth from the ground.

They raise a lot of questions. Where's the other shoe? Is it going to fall from the sky in a very literal "waiting for the other shoe to fall" scenario? Who does the shoe belong to? Do they miss it? How did it wind up in the middle of the street? What happens if you run over one? Why are there so many of them?