It's hard so say if those first steps can be remembered once you are dead. I wonder.. will we meet again and what is that foot doing in that plastic bag? Did you cut if off to make me stop running away and start a life of my own?
It's hard so say if those first steps can be remembered once you are dead. I wonder.. will we meet again and what is that foot doing in that plastic bag? Did you cut if off to make me stop running away and start a life of my own?
In my concept, this was meant to be a story about the memories of the feet of a person who is no longer alive, whose life was taken suddenly and brutally. The feet were literally severed from the body, which is why they are in a plastic bag. It was intended to be something like the reflections of a person lying on their deathbed, reminiscing about the joyful moments of their life, but also pondering what they could have done differently to avoid this death.
Thank you for explaining. A good weekend!