Wooden Chair

I put the cushions on:

This wooden chair.

The experience of sitting on this chair is significantly improved by the cushions. I can now comfortably sit here and look out the window. I see some trees and some fences and a bucket. I also see a fly on my side of the window, trying to get outside. Sorry fly, I am too comfortable to stand up and let you out. If these cushions had never been invented, you would be free.

The Course of Human History: 1, That Fly: 0.

Here is how it's going to go down

It is about time that you read about me sitting on cushions and blogging about it, don't you agree? From here on out I will sit on these cushions that I have (total value: seven hundred dollars) and I will tell you what it is like.

First, I will put the cushions on things. After that, I will sit on the cushions and tell you about it. I might describe the physical sensation of sitting on those cushions, or what I am thinking about while sitting on them, or maybe something other than those things, or maybe both of those things, or maybe both of those things plus other things.

Much like a jazz musician, I will let whatever happens happen. Imagine John Coltrane, except instead of playing a saxophone he is sitting on cushions and blogging about it. Then imagine my face in place of John Coltrane's face, and my body in place of John Coltrane's body. The stage is set; shall we begin?