This book records the memories of three different chairs, which tell their memories from the perspective of the first person.
In the corners of this city, there are always solitary chairs we occasionally meet, we are curious about what and who they have experienced.
Some of them are casually laid beside the roads, some broken chairs are piled up. But before they disappear, we would like to retain their memories. If you also see those chairs, please contact us, thank you!
These chairs, as witnesses and bearers of urban life, bear profound memories in each of their gaps and traces.
Every chair, no matter how old, has its own owner. Every gap and every chink have stored the most precious memories. They portray on themselves various life backgrounds and together build up a fragment of our common life.
If you should hurry by on the street and catch sight of a chair placed irregularly by the wayside, you might as well sit on it for a while listening to its memories and stories.
