Clothes

I have a ton of clothes, many of them well tailored, quite expensive and ideally suited to winter weather but they are still stuffed away in a closet. My day to day closet in the bedroom is full of white summer slacks, orange linen pants and other items that positively scream summer. I think I've written about this resistance to change before. And all I wear is one pair of black trousers and whatelse? Oh, yeah black and white flats. totally retarded because I'm into only wearing one or two items of clothing. But at the same time I'm still looking at all the clothes ads. Partially this is because of some kind of alien ennui, partially I think I'm too heavy and partially it just is.

I've also taken to scuffing my feet as I walk through the wide halls of buildings, museums and other public places. When I did that as a kid my mother would scold me and now I kinda scold myself and yet I still find it difficult to pick up my feet. Is this the harbinger of a second childhood?