fragile, decay, and how these are things more than words trent likes

The saddest thing ever was walking by the red stump chair on oxford street tonight.

It has decayed. I would bet that vandals have helped it along. It would be a trick to even sit in it at this point. The painted part of the right arm is being eaten away.

I brought a lot of people to that chair. but not everyone I wanted to bring there. A few didn't have the time or interest when I invited them. I thought I had more time. I didn't.

I could feel myself decaying along with the chair. Pieces of me falling away, bit by bit. Gone forever. my increasing emptiness saddening everyone who gazes upon me.