When someone new
enters your space
it's a match

I heaved four tables and numerous chairs up to the second floor to build a long table so 40 people could sit down for a belated Thanksgiving dinner. The sitting down part was my explicit request over the walking-buffet-type-of-dinner we hosted last year. The chairs rubbed each other's sides while our guests manoeuvred themselves into sitting mode. It was impossible not to strike up conversation. The photo was taken the day after. The entangled chairs reminded me of the previous night's messy chatter amongst new someones.