Corners

I like sitting on corner seats. They give me the comfort of seclusion. And as i lean my shoulders and my heavy head on the wall on which it is mounted, I get a sense of security. Like the wall is an arm of varying degrees of warmth. So human in that sense, minus the hesitation, confusion... Indecisions. Lacking of gesture yet filled with a different kind of pathos.

Corner seats.

The sense of seclusion that everyday living deprives. The getaway without actually going away. Perhaps that which subsides the torrential rain of thoughts. Perhaps that which may be called home... Or at least a fraction of it. Corner seats...