“I went down a million stairs, at least, arm in arm with you…” Love is a ladder leaning against the sky, on which the gods descend to us, and we rise up to them. By dint of climbing stairs we reach the sky. An explosion of steps, many breaths hanging from each step. The step of a staircase was never meant as a place to rest, but to hold a person’s foot just long enough for them to put the other one a little higher or a little lower. Do the stairs in this collection go up or down? Lineasette invites you to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you’ll look back and find you’ve climbed a mountain.