Two people at the library are wearing gold shoes today. One is a woman in her twenties dressed in a two-piece white jogger suit with hair so straight and blunt and shiny it’s got to be a wig. She drinks coffee from a reusable mug with a curly green novelty straw that I mistook for a twisted bamboo plant at first glance. Her shoes are a muted metallic shade of the slip-on variety.
The second pair of gold shoes are a more vibrant gold, and come in the form of basketball trainers. Their wearer is a man, probably in his late thirties, who wears a tiny Bluetooth headset and mirrored sunglasses, even though it’s raining and we’re inside.