back alleys

The chairs sit at the back alleys, kept out of sight from the busy main streets. Here, they contemplate, braving both the sun and the rain that leave traces of aging on their bodies. Sometimes, they stand a metre, two, or more apart. And sometimes, they are only separated by a few centimetres. Yet, each is never close enough to touch another, and never, close enough to share the very same sun rays and rain drops that pour down nonchalently. Differences in spatial location render the distance-in-between always existent, and futile attempts to communicate, always too apparent. In this situation, the chairs live on alone, and not alone.