Once upon a time, in The-Middle-of-Fucking-Nowhere (and on the road to Burning Man), there stood a tree. In this tree were hundreds of shoes, and lying on the ground underneath it were yet more shoes. Just a solitary tree, covered root to limb in foot apparel for no reason what-so-ever. I got the pleasure of witnessing this marvelous oddness, before one night, a man went to that exact tree with a chainsaw… And down it fell. So tell me if you know, why can’t some people stand to see non-explainable craziness in the world?