Life Of A Chair In 10 Years Time

Slouched on the chill leather of a discarded rotting sofa, I sat waiting in the abandoned tip. Flashes of light shone through the cracks in the fence from passing streetcars, creating vivid dancing shadows from the dejected furniture surrounding me. This has been my routine for quite some time now, living in a tip there's not much possibility of finding any better entertainment. But as I gazed at the ecstatic light show for the last time tonight I started to wonder about my life and the choices that have been decided for me. I used a live a small life, a valuable but small life. Where I wa…