Sometimes, I think the Almighty has a weird sense of humour. Take gateways, for example. Not the entrances to fancy buildings, but the wrinkles where worlds meet. Don’t deny you know what I mean. Everyone has encountered at least one, but we blank them because the altered geometry offends. We look but we unsee them.
I recognised this stairwell as a gateway by the impossible Escher steps with two dimensions folded into one. But did it have to reek so strongly of impatience? Humour, you see. I swung my leg over the railing and picked my way gingerly down.