Walking down the 42 fake ceramic stairs in my building, I was thinking about how I never climb them the same way. Sometimes I walk strait, take them in an angle, or even skip 2 at a time.
I am probably not the only one who does this, but on the other hand, I could be the only person that thinks "how the hell am I going to climb those stairs today? "
Those goddamn 90 degree half square ceramic legos become part of my conscious mind. As soon as I step out of my apartment, I try to explain to myself how such a mundane stupid gesture as climbing stairs can take over my mind.
It could be that the act of climbing the stairs in different ways is a symbol of my inabilities to accept routine. Routine is my road to insanity. 42 steps keep me from going insane.