We moved south, crossing the Tennessee River via the Gay Street Bridge. No sooner had we stepped off the bridge than we encountered the most spectacular vista. There, before us, were six stairways, clustered right next to each other, ascending far into the distant heights of the hill above us.

We have no explanation for why these stairs accumulated here and how they all chose to lead to a common nowhere. All the same, they are here and we decided to investigate each one individually.

Obviously great care had gone into the construction of these stairways. Each was unique with its own curves and personality.

With great anticipation, we climbed the first staircase toward the nothing at the top.