the old man vs. the stone stairwell

is this guy going to pause at every damn step? he's so wide. I'd race around him if he wasn't so frigging wide. he smells like warm clothes. every step. he's stopping at every step. is he praying? is he thanking god for every step? c'mon! c'mon!

finally the old man get's up to the street opening across from the barren park. i slip past him. he disappears. i look back down to the bottom of the stairs and there he is again. slow like molasses. burning up years.

(i even bored myself with that one.)