When I was young, they warned me about the escalators. “Once you step on the escalators,” I was told, “you may never find your way off.”
But did I listen? No. The lure of the existential escalators was inevitable. And now I travel up and down forever, trapped, a ghost in the machine, the flying-Dutch-person of the moving stairs.
Related images: Endless Doors (World without End), Endless Stair.