| sam bleckley | ( diiq ) | doing the impossible |
I'm sitting off-center in my chair. I can feel the rolled steel leg, hard where the cushion should be soft. My keyboard isn't aligned with the edge of the desk, and the monitor is poorly adjusted for my height.
This is a personal experience. Please to not expend the energy to care.
It is not my job to make you feel what I feel, not my job to force you to imagine the cold chromed leg of the office chair I found beside a dumpster, torn but servicable. Don't re-feel my blinking confusion when I am unable to describe the tear in the black vinyl because I cannot find it because the vinyl was never torn. Damnable memory.
Do not feel what I feel. Do not see what I see. My job is not to convey this chair. Nor is it my purpose to make you newly aware of the chair you may be sitting in. That is of little consequence --- do not take the time to verify whether or not you are aware of your seating arrangement.
My job is to irrevocably alter you, chairs, and the relationship chairs hold with you so that forevermore whenever you encounter a chair or imagine a chair or wish to sit because you've stood too long, or make love to someone who once sat in a chair, whenever these things happen, you will have thoughts you could not otherwise have thought, emotions that would have been utterly inaccessable, physical sensations that might have been lost. That is my job.
It's my first day. I haven't watched the safety DVD yet. I shift in my seat.
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