There’s a bench near the Met where, when the weather allows, I have my lunch most Tuesdays. The black paint is chipped on the swirly metal arms, worn down and faded on the seat—a project so far down the city’s to-do list, I might as well pack a can of pink paint in my sack lunch and make my bench a personal art project.
Lunch Bench #2
Lunch Bench #2
Lunch Bench #2
There’s a bench near the Met where, when the weather allows, I have my lunch most Tuesdays. The black paint is chipped on the swirly metal arms, worn down and faded on the seat—a project so far down the city’s to-do list, I might as well pack a can of pink paint in my sack lunch and make my bench a personal art project.