The Seats We Don’t Question
It is curious how rarely we question the seats we return to.
Like the way a chair remembers us. The slight dip in the cushion that fits only one body. The way we return to it at the end of a long day without thinking, as though the chair had been waiting, holding the exact shape of our tiredness. There is a quiet relief in sitting down, in not having to adjust, in not having to become anything different from what we already are.