Conditional Reality

Max built staircases of uncommon beauty. He often spent days at a site, taking in the subtleties of the juxtaposition of the floors he was commissioned to connect. After his stairs were built, Max would do no revisions for at least five years. It takes that long to begin to appreciate my designs, he told clients. People often saw visions on Max’s steps. Spirits were drawn to his stairways. They descended from the firmament simply to tread on his exquisite designs. Max would greet them with a terse hello. I don’t believe in you, he would say through clenched teeth.