Sitting on a Story
Visit a park, choose a bench, explain your choice, and describe your bench For my bench, I chose the one outside the library. It’s the one just outside city hall, sheltered by a huge tree, hulking overhead. The backing of a tree makes it feel safe, as though I’m sheltered by this great spirit. The bench itself is not particularly comfortable. It’s made of wood slats, up the back and on to the concrete block below. The wood is a cool brown, bleached over the years by the sun. The lack of space below the bench prevents one from swinging their legs back and forth, or folding them beneath themselves. Much of the library landscaping is very modular and modern. The benches aren’t quite ergonomic enough for people to sit there for long periods of time. Much of it is mildly hostile, in attempts to ward off homeless people. All harsh lines and the most practical of shapes. I haven’t been to the library in quite a while. When I was younger, I used books as a form of escape. While my childh...