Red chair

An excerpt from a twelve page zine on chairs; specifically chairs that hold a significant place in my memory. I remember long nights trying to finish projects in this red wooden chair I’d gotten for free. It wasn’t reinforced and curve where the back sloped up from the seat was splintering intensely. It’d keep my attention on my work, since any attempt to recline would further begin to snap the back off it, and falling asleep would leave me with a back full of four inch splinters.