The Metal Chair’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina with Elle Longpre
I sit beside another metal chair. The two of us were formed from the same mold. To an outside observer, someone who is not a chair, maybe a fox or a bucket or a human, the two of us probably look identical. We are both lodged in cement bases, so we cannot be stolen, but it also means we will never be able to move. The way I’m set in the cement, one of my legs, just the end of it (let’s call it my foot) just touches the other chair’s foot. And this little touch, it means everything to me.