Today I discovered this staircase at the magazine where I am currently contracting. "WOW!" is all I can say! I could just be here always - i don't even mind the smell of the cigarettes so much, oddly. I climbed up to the top of the stairs to find this ladder leading into the ceiling - or, actually, the roof. You can just sit there on this ladder and dangle you feet and feel like you're sort of hovering over a canyon or something. It felt good. it's good to feel good like this for once. I think I will come back here and dangle my feet on my days off. (no such thing as a day off)... the lighting was beautifully soft and diffused but insanely bright because the walls and stairs are painted wih white (although the paint is ages old and cracked and chipping and nothing more than a dusting on the wooden steps - but it is amazingly beautiful and cool (to me). the red ladder was the cherry on top for me - a splash of happy bright lusty red amongst all this white... very nice.
