three steps

On the way to Downsview Stn., there's this concrete step-like structure built into the side of an artificial hill or berm next to the street. Three steps over a metre tall each. I have no idea what this structure is, as it doesn't have any signs or doors, or any visible machinery on or next to it. There are no buildings near it, either. My strongest memory of this place is seeing it from a passing bus while two girls standing near me spoke critically about an acquaintance of theirs. Today, over two years later, I glanced at those weird stairs, again from a bus, and realized that every time I do, the first thing that comes to mind is that overheard conversation, the details of this person's problems. It's almost as if the bizarre natures of this person and this thing have become one, each a representation of the same fundamental absurdity.