Nathalie Quintane--from Shoes, p.2

Tapping to a rhythm on a limited space on the ground, I kill a considerable number of ants, even crazed ones.

Stamping and huffing at the same time, I express discontent.

Clicking my heels, in winter, I'm a bit less cold.

In a car, if I'm sitting next to the driver, and he slams on the brakes, I immediately lift my feet, and set my shoes upon the glove compartment.

If, by bending a leg, I place just one of my feet on the chair where I'm sitting, I can then rest my chin upon my knee.