The rest

After walking around the whole perimeter, i deserve a rest. All i have to do is to sit on a very comfortable seat left tidly on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall. The element is functional, it has an arm too that i could use as a table for a warm cup of tea, ideal in this cold day. It seems like a huge urban cat passed around here, leaving signs of it’s claws on the seat. You could also lean down: the seat has a lever to transform it in a chase lounge. A regular crack in the asphalt signs the border of the seat’s block. The brick wall is perfectly regular, and only the different colouring recalls the disorder of the rest of the scene. Not far from this there’s another victim of urban abuses. A scooter, tied to a light pole with a chain, restes desolate, conscious that it’s owner can’t do much to save it, being that it has been deprived of anything that made it usefull. The mudguards, the seat, the lights and part of covering structure desappeared.