S1.01

If you have to defined a typical routine, this would not be it. The mechanism is simple enough. Walking up a stair should be normal, but not when there are elevators. Drinking a morning coffee should be typical, but he holds a cup of Asian Iced coffee.

Walking the stair, he found the sign that read "Floor 3."

Instead of walking into the door that holds many emotions, he continues to walk up the stair. Looking up from the stairway reveal nothing more than the steel that this stair is made out of. No ceiling can be seen. Looking down, no ground. If this stair was meant to be anything beyond functional, it has failed completely. After having walked on these steps daily for months, he had imagined the engineer who came up with the design for this stair.

A man of strict discipline whose thought never deviated beyond the box-shape building. A man who never seen an art in its aberrant form. But it is to be expected. The true wonder of our mind has been traded for an orthodox ideal.

The sign read, "Floor 5." To most people, there is nothing beyond this floor. To most people, there is no reason to go beyond 5th floor, because this is the last floor with offices, cubicles, phones, computers, fax machines, copy machines, water fountains, windows, and more. But to him, that notion is ridiculous.


He hasten his pace upward with the coffee cup in his hand to reach the roof. The empty floor AND the highest floor. The one that people dismissed, because there are no chairs and tables. No computers or cubicles. No offices and phones.

To him, the expanded view of the terrain is the only appreciation he had for the engineer who designed this building. The ranged mountains cover the whole east side of the state, while the Pacific Ocean is far out to the west beyond his sight. Buildings and trains. Planes and parking lots. All these elements compose this whole city.

The gentle breeze slip through hair, and the iced coffee has chilled his hands. But nothing here truly last. While the gentle breeze has maintained, the coffee cup has been drained. He slipped out of the empty floor, and into the dark door. It is the beginning of a working morning.