Will Hines |
nyc improviser, actor, director and perhaps oddly, computer programmer. |
This is the bench outside my apartment. For some reason, I’ve always thought it looks like a bench where a breakup would happen. I don’t know why! It looks like a place where you’d have a tearful, overwrought conversation— especially at night. It looks like the only reason you’d ever be on it is that you left your apartment to talk in private. It looks like the kind of bench where someone stands up and says “I’m sorry… we just can’t do this anymore” and walks away and leaves the other person crying. I don’t know why I think this. I know it sounds weird.
Also? Whatever it is about that bench that makes me think of it as a breakup bench does not come through in this picture. So even if I’m on to something, you wouldn’t know. (I am probably not on to something.)
I am currently single, but I hope that the next time I am in a relationship, I get dumped on that bench.
I will never look at this bench the same way again.