Saturday, November 12, 2011

This Is Not About Airports

Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be the result of a special effort. ...They have sought to highlight the tiredness and crossness motif with brutal shapes and nerve-jangling colors,...
-from The Long Dark Tea-Time of The Soul by Douglas N Adams

All the things you probably hate about traveling, the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi, are warm reminders that I am home.
-Ryan Bingham in Up In The Air

It takes a certain kind of person to find peace in a place that most others would despise, whether that place is an airport, the web of connections between computers, or the infinite fields within one's own head.

I live there as much as I do in the places others can join me. I am comfortable there, far more than the places where others can join me. I've tried to reverse that polarity, and I have failed myself time and time again.

I am not a wallflower. I do not adhere myself to the walls, burrowing roots within them; I do not think instead of participating. I think, and that is my participation.

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