This is a creative writing piece based of of Wilhelm Sasnal's piece "Untitled." In the piece, there are two shoes tied together by the laces hanging for a tree.

For a year I walked the country. Just my shoes and me. From ocean to ocean I saw many things, mountains and valleys, rivers and deserts, cities and forests. I met people that cahnged my life, but still, I only wanted my shoes for company. Shoes go everywhere with you, whether you realize it or not. They see everything you do, touch everything you touch. Shoes are part of who you are. Shoes are a much better travel companion than anyone else can dream to keep. They never complain when its too cold, or too hott. And they are always there to protect you. Some people think I'm crazy, for only loving my shoes. But really, they are all the crazy ones. Why would anyone depending on another person? Human beings are the most unrealible creatues in the universe. Many people don't realize it, and for a long time I didn't either. But in time the truth came out. This is what the only thing I believed in before my journey. But as I wandered, I realized something else entirely. True attachments can not be made with inanimate objects. The very essences of living is to have relationships. My last travel was to a quiant little town. Each and every person there was so honest, none of the BS that comes out of everyone else came from these people's mouths. As I was walking away from the town, like I did every other time I had spent a usffeciant amount of time there, I began to think that maybe it was time to give this life of solitude. For once, I felt a need to build relationships, to bond with people. As I started to turn around, I saw a single tree on the side of the road. I looked down at the things I once thought of as my friends. I began untieing the laces, remember everywhere we had traveled together. From the cities to the forests, from the rivers to the deserts. I began to see how truely lonely I had been this entire time. Although my travels had changed my life, now I just wanted to forget the hard times and start over. I tied the laces together and through them on the branch of that tree. For a moment I looked at them, wondering if I would miss them, or if perhaps they would miss me. Then I walked towards the town, and I never looked back again.