toe woe

One can be musing about the vastness of the universe.

One can consider the individuality and colorful backgrounds of the strangers he meets.

One can ponder reality, and the meaning of existence.

I stubbed my toe tonight on concrete such that it's nearly broken, the nail is almost cracked off, and I took off a quarter size chunk of the flesh. I walked a few feet, then reached down and grabbed the foot because I realized it hurt more than I'd initially thought. I leaned in the car to check for my phone and smeared a bloody handprint all over the seat when I realized what I'd done to my toe.

Currently, its so swollen and bloody it wont fit in the dress shoes I need for a super important job interview tomorrow morning.

Anyway, one can think on love and its innate ability to heal and teach.

One can get drunk on memory, and contemplate the impossible intricacies of time.

One can stub one's toe and think about nothing else than how fucking shitty it can be to even have toes.