Night & Day; Day & Night

Night and day, day and night, the public footslave must kiss the feet of stoppers-by out on the street. Sadly, he has absolutely no say on exactly who stops by his humble head in order to have their feet kissed, and from a purely selfish point of view they may not always be wearing the types of footwear he personally favours on his lowly lips. But he is a good and obedient slave, and shows the utmost respect for each and every chipped toenail, or dirty shoe, or creased sock which happens his way – for he realises they all represent the feet and footwear of his betters. And, of course, it’s always nice to recognise the occasional familiar foot, even if those feet never talk to him on account of his being a mere dumb, ornamental footkisser.




































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