I found these two chairs on a quiet little island in Japan, where almost no young people live anymore. The island is home to a few elderly residents, keeping their small restaurants and shops alive. The island only sees a few visitors in the summer. Many of the chairs that once welcomed diners now sit abandoned by the roadside, their seats filled with rainwater, forgotten in time. I imagined them one day setting off on an adventure together, drifting across the sea to distant land.
I plan to return to the island. I wonder if the chairs will still be there.