Driving homeward

I've been wanting to take a picture of this chair. It stood there for months and I couldn't resist looking at it every time I drive pass by.

A very surreal scene.

It also reminds me of T. S. Eliot's "The Waste Land," and Samuel Beckett's "Waiting for Godot." Ah, and the chair in "Matrix I"



We are living in a world more surreal than we imagine.
What is Real? What is life? ("When there is no answer, you do not ask the question."--From "The Arkansaw Bear," a play for children by Aurand Harris.)

(Thoughts after photos taken 2008/06/19 in Linko, Taiepi County, Taiwan.)