There was this chair..

sitting there in the hallway. Actually, there is a side hall, as there is on many of the floors. I was taking photos of the window at the end of the hall and I happened to look down this little side hall, and there sat this chair. I'm not sure what all it will mean to me just yet. I'm thinking that in time it will develop into some symbol for me, of something. I'm just not sure yet.

It's like so many things in my life, they make more sense after time goes by. I think it's lonely, as I feel lonely. I feel lonely in the things I know, the things I believe and the things I love. There's just no one else who sees them or feels them--not like I do. Not at this time in my life. Usually I don't think much about it, but today, it made me very sad. I think I even felt a bit sorry for myself earlier this afternoon. So yeah, I bet that's why I love this chair. It's there, like me, just sitting there in a place that I love. No other furniture, not real room, no matching furniture, nothing. Just sitting there by that cold window. I wonder what it will mean a year from now?