Java Head

Laurel Ammidon reflects on her recent transition from childhood to adolescence as she contemplates the significance of chairs in her life. Once viewed as lively companions with distinct personalities, these pieces of furniture now appear to her as mere objects. This shift in perception brings a touch of melancholy, as she mourns the loss of her imaginative connections. The narrative captures the bittersweet nature of growing up, highlighting the comfort and reliability that inanimate objects once provided amidst the complexities of human emotions.