This comes from exactly 28 years ago, yesterday (1981 September 3). I was in university and had started keeping a journal a few years earlier. One day when I had a little extra time a lunch, I saw this chair. I sat on the stairs and sketched it.
There is this marvelous chair at the foot of the stairs, against the wall, in the student union. Green-black, probably vinyl. Brown wood. White ridges at the front of the seat and a small white spot where the fourth leg should be attached. Just sitting there, perfectly balanced, rather proud and solemn-looking. Of course, no one could sit on it. Something about the way it is unbalanced makes it beautiful.