THESE STAIRS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM // DREAMS ARE MIRRORS OF PARALLEL REALITIES REFLECTED BACK TO US // STATIC IS A LANGUAGE… LEARN TO READ IT // DON’T TRUST THE FLOORBOARDS // MOVE WITH INTENT, QUICK AND CALCULATED // ELEVATORS ARE DECEPTIVE MACHINES // THEY KNOW YOUR EVERY MOVE AND ALL POSSIBLE OUTCOMES // FOLLOW THE RABBIT DOWN THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE // 440 Hz IS A LIE // DISMISSER KNOWS THIS, YOU SHOULD TOO // THERE IS A NOISE IN THE BASEMENT… WHEN I AM IN THE ROOM ABOVE IT SPEAKS TO ME // FELL DOWN THE STAIRS SO MANY TIMES I HAD TO GET A NEW GUARDRAIL // STAIRWELL 72 WAS SEALED FOR A REASON // STATIC. STATIC. STATIC. // IF YOU’VE HEARD THE TONE, IT’S ALREADY TOO LATE //

THESE OLD STAIRS

Over The Guardrail…

Ahhh yes… so you wanted to take a peek.

I don’t mind, dont be shy, now! Come on by..

It’d be nice to have you come down!

It’s a wondrous occasion...

So here it is, then! Welcome to These Old Stairs, a place to collect my thoughts and creations all down into one solitary space.

I plan to update this frequently to document things I find pertinent and to keep track of things, almost like a digital diary… yet on display for everyone to see.

Beneath the folds of this very rudimentary and primitive site you will find a boundless offering of random things I’ve been doing and collecting.. Feel free to peek around and grab any files you may want, hang around and dance, or to simply drop a little love letter or hate mail.

Any and all commissions welcomed but not guaranteed! Feel free to leave your business propositions within the contact box! Godwilling… I may just reach back!

xoXo Shane Lemon✰⭒