Love, love will stair us apart

Day 37 in the big house of stairs. And I Feel Fine. I'm not lying awake thinking about handrails and treads. Well, not more than is normal... I'm OK, really. Sure, people are starting to make comments, but let them! There's more to life than not having people make comments about you - there's Art and Poetry and Stairs. Did I just say "Stairs"? I meant "Balustrades", I mean "Music". As H.G.Stairwelles said, "I may be lying in the gutter, but I'm looking up at the Stairs".
Hehehehehehehehehe...

What's that? Stark Stairing Mad? What do you mean?