Huddled Masses

The lining of halls with chairs, the objects that keep us contained for the art of learning. Without us to warm their seats they are but objects without purpose awaiting a new subject to find occupant in.

I saw an abandoned hall of chairs, in a purgatory between final use and the landfill. Sad but beautiful, for each seat contains knowledge and wisdom, yet a forgotten purpose as they have lost their ability to sustain us.