These are not usual, old, abandoned chairs. Over time.
They gained a virtue: they remember.
They remember the times when this house was alive and inhabited.
They remember joys and sorrows.
Now, all alone, they are fighting against time.
They told me a story and never left me alone in times when I waswaiting.
They waited with me in that long, silent wait, which was fed with one hope.
Today I do not wait any more.
I became one of them, one of the chairs...
just a witness of betrayed hope.
I added the last photo. The closet was emptied.
The ghosts and memories wiped.
The room is empty.