For some inexplicable reason i love benches. It might have something to do with all the time i spent on the bench during gym class in high school. i was able to escape from the jocks that ridiculed us white boys that could not jump.
i think it has more to do with solitude. Benches are usually isolated from other people, so one could sit alone with their thoughts, perhaps contemplate on the mistakes of the past or gaze into the hope of a dimly light future. Either way, i love benches.
There should be more benches in the city; more isolated benches, perhaps surrounded by trees and a soundproof plastic wall to block out the traffic noises.
more to come…