Benches.
Punctuation marks in the flow of the day.

They’re convenient, but you hardly notice them unless you’re ready for a break. Like the woman in Bench No. 1, bundled up in her raincoat, smoking, watching the passersby. She got me wondering about who uses that bench, and for what?

It’s a short leap from that to wondering what happens on and around other benches—both classic and makeshift—as life flows around them.

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