It’s a dream; it’s in between time. Nothing much happens, you go then you
come, mostly you just wait. There is a lot of waiting. A lot of waiting and
very little sleeping. The settings change but only just a little bit, they’re a watered down
version of the place you’ve just been, or the place you’re arriving at. The
fast food is more or less the same. There is never good coffee. The mind tends
to wander when you’re in transition, it can feel like you’re at a destination,
that this is a place. This isn’t a place, it’s the essential part of getting to
that place you’re excited to be. The excitement of the travel gets caught up
with the actual travelling. Airports are a place to love. And a place to loathe.
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