A photo series continued.
Sadly, I don’t remember where I shot this pic. I remember, though, that it was quite close to this sign (a knowledge reflected by the fact that the sofa appears just before the sign in the photo folder).
It may not be the most comfortable garden sofa in the world. Something tells me it’s not. But sitting uncomfortably may help your spiritual progression. Next life you’ll spend lying idly on soft, velvet cushions — in a state of sublime spiritual enlightenment. I cannot count on this anyway, since I’m in the process devolving (or turning into a gnome), so I spend this life seeking shallow pleasures. I don’t have the time to sit uncomfortably now, considering that in my next incarnation I may not be allowed to sit at all due to all the bad things I’ve done, said and been in this one. This is why I sat down elsewhere and not on this couch. That, and people working in the garden nearby. The picture lies. The place wasn’t deserted. That’s what I love about pictures. They lie, lie and lie. But they only lie within the constraints of the medium itself. It’s predictable. Pictures fool us, but we know it.