farewell, orange chair
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2003.09.09
O, calamity! My chair broke tonight, while I was sitting on it chatting on the phone with my gal. At long last, my $1 chair won at an auction at the office in 1996 has fallen apart. The chair - seen below in my apartment in Vancouver - served me very well over the years. I doubt I will see its like again. Sniff.
I took it downstairs and left it with the discarded sofas and whatnot, thanked it, and wished it fare well. I imagine, from its nasty rubberized plastic arm rests and dull orange cloth, that it dated to mid 80's. I certainly can't fault its build quality.