Nothing says "I'm waiting" like a chair. Unless "I'm resting, give me a minute." Or unless it is this chair, which is missing a piece so rectangular you wouldn't think it was part of it. I defy anyone who hasn't seen this chair to find its "missing" piece and say, "Ah, I know what this belongs to."
Hard not to see the guitar(s) in this chair. Or not consider the carpentry that has the centre spindles held so firmly in the chair's upper rail. I see a lyre in these spindles, not to mention the entire reorientation of this chair above a hole in a forest. A place to think about these things with our pants down while waiting for something to leave us.
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