“It’s as if we live in a house which has a vast treasury in one of its rooms. Only we’ve forgotten about it. So, instead of living a life of royalty, we go about in poverty”
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

This chair sits near the window in the small dark empty room above the detached garage of the two-flat in which we live. The seat cover is cracked and peeling while the metal frame continues to rust.  Intricate patterns of cobwebs hang underneath the chair collecting dust and dozens of cigarette butts and cigar bands litter the dust covered floor.  It seems that this space was once a workshop of sorts but it is obvious that it has not been used for years.

Day 181 of my 365 photo a day project.

Forgotten Room

Forgotten Room