A lot of the art is waiting for something to happen. It's the opposite of "don't just sit there, do something". Don't just do something, sit there. Sit here in this room, it's a waiting room. This won't be the last time, but it is this time. It's still early days. Not quite properly begun. No idea how it will end up. Just time to wait until he picks you up.
This is an art deco kind of place. That's when these buildings were made, in the nineteen-thirties when that geometric form of decoration was the height of modernity. The buildings have something of an older Californian heritage too, but primarily they're art deco.
The benches are made of light hard wood. Wouldn't it be nice to be able to identify wood. I mean, it would be nice to be able to identify all sorts of things. Be that guy. The guy who has an interesting story to offer at this point because he can tell you all about the objects in your immediate vicinity, their history, their metaphorical meaning, the people associated with them. But I don't have that. I can tell you it's light-coloured but not pine. So it's not a redwood, not a sequioa. But it's been here a while and the varnish has been reapplied and there's a patina from thousands of sweaty hands and chino covered backsides.
The floortiles are regular, a slightly lighter colour than the wood. Cool in the summer, I guess, when it gets hotter around here, I guess.
But yeah talk about patina, look at the armrests. Solid brass, with the easy bits shining and the harder bits more grubby. They're not cleaned very often, that shiny bit is from normal everyday usage, people brushing up against it, taking a little bit of grime with them perhaps.
It's a waiting room. It's getting cold. Are you in the desert here, does this count as desert? I'm not sure, but I guess not.
I wonder where he is. I hope he's not forgotten. Maybe I should call. I think I have his cell somewhere here. Oh. No, there's a text. He's outside waiting.