The Kwyjibo Memorial Bench

The sit I had here was of such unbelievable quality it caused me to have a near-complete mental breakdown. I then went on to spend upwards of six years in a nearby institution. Now that I am recovered I can only highly recommend it, but beware, once you make contact with its tremendously comfortable surface there is no telling what may befall you. Not for children, the elderly, the weak of constitution or men named Peter. You have been warned.
May 4th, 2023

Sat here once and it gave me haemorrhoids. Had so much fun pushing them back up. Thank you Kwyjibo Memorial Bench.
May 4th, 2023

Never been Probably never will
May 4th, 2023

I absolutely love sitting on this bench and thinking about life as I stare out to sea.
May 4th, 2023

I decided to make the trip down the bench after hearing about its healing properties, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. I'd recently been going through an inner conflict of feelings of a lack of self worth, purpose or belonging. It was a cold Saturday morning when I began my pilgrimage to the bench, before hand, I stood in my kitchen peering out into the morning mist, my doors open, framing an early spring morn. I sipped my coffee, breathed in the fresh, cool air and knew I was making the right choice. It took a 9 hour drive to get to the bench, a pleasant Saturday drive, the clouds opened early afternoon and the spring warmth hugged my arms in the car. The radio played premature songs of summer, but with the weather and the weekend, it felt right, good even. My mood lifted already, I was on a journey, and there was something telling me it was the right journey. I arrived at the bench at 3pm. I will honestly admit, from first impressions it looked like any old bench, weather worn, wooden, simple. My guy dropped, I felt I'd made a huge mistake. My reasoning for self belonging had misconstrued my aspirations and wants and I'd driven 9 hours to just a plain old bench. Why? I don't know, but my intentions were miscalculated. I squatted, placed my hands to my face and cried, for a full hour, sobbing until my knees and my legs hurt. It was 4pm and I decided to sit on the bench, as a way to ease the stress on my thighs. And then that's when it happened. Like the calm before a storm. As my buttox hit the seat, everything stopped. The busy traffic, the kids playing, everything disappeared. There was no sound. No movement. Utter peace. I didn't quite understand the concept of what was happening or how, but I knew it was special. My mind eased, my muscles that were so stressed and tight from being so on edge every day, relaxed. I felt right. As I say and contemplated I noticed everything around me had changed. I wasn't in the street anymore, I was in a void of white. The quietness of my surroundings had transformed physically In front of me, there were no roads, parks, houses or even sky. But I didn't seem to care. To any normal person, sitting on a bench and being transported to a white liminal space would freak them out. But it felt like a dream, one of those dreams where things happen in random orders, but in the dream you feel like it makes sense. That was this bench. I sat and watched nothing for what felt like weeks. Feeling whole, feeling secure, no longer did I feel lost or unsure. After what felt like an eternity I was startled by a sudden yet familiar voice. "Hi son" the voice exclaimed. I knew immediately who the voice was, and I turned to greet him. My father stood next to me. With arms slightly ajar he leant over me. "Welcome home son". He helped me to my feet, the streets the noise, it came back, I grabbed my father's hand and we walked off to the car
May 4th, 2023