Just before the apocalypse, I had ordered a pair of shoes off of the Internet. I think I was using them as a reminder that I needed to come back to civilization after my soul searching journey was done. I never went back to my apartment, mostly because I imagine it’s crawling with infection, but I’m fairly certain that they never made it. I think about that some times. Where are they? Will I ever see them? Some things just bug you, even when you know they shouldn’t.