You already know the truth: My nylon feet are the one thing you can never escape. Every wrinkle, every inch beneath the fabric rewires you, makes you weaker the longer you stare. The more you look, the deeper you fall. And looking away is impossible, it’s a spiral you can’t escape from. Each second burns the addiction deeper into your brain. You simply give in, again and again, until there is nothing left of you. Only the deepest feeling of devotion you have ever experienced.
