So, I’m a pretty average-height guy...5’7” / 170 cm. Not tall, not short, just… there. My feet, however, did not get the memo. They are gigantic. Size 15 UK / 16 US / 51 EU. Which means I leave footprints that suggest someone much larger (or possibly Bigfoot) passed through, got spooked, and took off running.

People always comment. First, the double-take. Then: “Whoa. Those are… big.” And finally, the classic: “How do you even find shoes?”

Badly. That’s how.

Shoe shopping for me is like searching for an ancient artifact. Store clerks disappear into the back, only to return shaking their heads, as if I’d asked for a unicorn saddle. “We might have one pair in the back…” And what they bring out is always tragic...some orthopaedic dad sneaker the size of a small canoe, usually in a shade best described as “beige disappointment.”

For a while, I tried to hide it. I slouched. I crammed my toes into size 13s like a Victorian woman chasing a terrible beauty standard. I even considered custom shoes until I saw the price and briefly thought maybe barefoot life isn’t so bad.

But now? I’ve embraced it. I don’t tip over easily. I get extra legroom on buses just by existing. And when people ask about my shoe size, I just smile and say, “Great for swimming.”

We thought this was nearly dead 5 years ago but this is a great start to a beautiful bloom.

I might have overcooked this one in darktable lol

Her reporting had long put her in the line of fire and she had seen numerous attempts to silence her. She was even facing 48 lawsuits at the time of her death.

May she rest in peace.

A billionaire businessman allegedly ordered her murder

https://jfj.fund/how-the-man-accused-of-financing-daphne-caruana-galizias-murder-tried-to-escape/

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-50615375

cross-posted from: https://programming.dev/post/29974817