I think there can never be a perfect chair. Bugger

I’ve always wanted a perfect chair. But of course, how could there be one? More fool me for ever thinking there would be one. A chair dictates our form, but we cannot get through life in one sitting form, nor one standing form, nor one supine form.

The perfect chair would have to be a constant, while also changing from moment to moment. No. There can be no perfect chair. Plato was wrong. I was wrong.

But can a moment have a chair perfectly suited to it? If it can, then maybe there are many perfect chairs, each perfect in a given moment with a given purpose, for a given person. Maybe that’s even better than a single perfect chair. Not one chair to rule them all, but many chairs, for one and all.

Goodbye perfect chair, I probably wouldn’t have recognised you anyway.