Today, when I was walking to The Bench Behind the Shattuck Observatory, I noticed that a silhouette of a man sitting on the mentioned bench (in reality being a sculpture of the artist who must have really liked that bench, and whose name I unfortunately do not remember) made me feel disappointed for a moment. I guess that happened because I was imagining having this beautiful place "only for myself", but presence (even unreal) of another person somehow made that experience less "perfect".