A family sitting in the garden on a hot summer night, eating cold watermelon and drinking hot mint tea. An old woman waiting impatiently in a governmental building for his paperwork to be complete. A man resting downtown in front of the Al-Husseini Mosque, watching the hustle and bustle of the heart of the city. A collection of random men paying their respects over death.

Different settings. Different people. Different occasions.

The one constant: the white plastic chair.

This is an ode to this design disaster, function heaven.

I hate the way you look. I hate the way you instantly cheapify even the most beautiful scene. Yet, I gotta give you this, my dear white plastic chair: without you, the world wouldn’t be the same.

I’m glad you exist.