Slimdandy
Farmer’s Market, Los Angeles, CA
It’s the empty seat. It offers so many possibilities. It asks so many questions, with any number of right answers. Who was sitting in it? Or maybe the question is who is going to sit in it? Or maybe it’s left empty on purpose. Left empty in hope. Left tragically empty in sadness.
Or maybe it’s not empty at all. Maybe it just looks empty. Maybe the girl’s imaginary friend is sitting right there, on the stool next to her, and is very cross that she’s being ignored. Maybe it’s the memory of his ex-girlfriend, who really did love him but how many chances do you get to spend six months in Barcelona? Maybe it’s the Ghost of Christmas Past speaking in a voice only one of them can hear, saying, “Rise, and walk with me.” Or maybe it’s the Tenth Doctor, out of sync with Time. Or the fae (why not), softly singing.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
The empty seat is never entirely empty. It can’t be. We won’t let it. We just won’t.
Allons-y!
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