I am the Footspeller. I spell W-O-R-D-S with my feet. I make no apology for my choice is my virtue. My hands are idle, curved at their length and breadth. In the sunlight of a childhood dream, I stumbled on in silence. Through learning, in dark patches of abstraction, I grew to disengage, and confuse those words and letters that had a proper order, somehow.
I chose to lift my own ineducating thoughts and stir a pot of letters with my foot. Just so. Watch any foot curl the air, in motion back and forth, and there are letters stitched together into words, spelling like the wind. I learnt to play again a game I had abandoned.
A Walking Tour