At the Airport

airportWork-related travel aside, we travel because we have a restless side that yearns to roam. But that restless side conflicts with our need for stillness and repose—inertia too has its allure.

When at the airport, these two forces are in active competition. An airport is a sterilized tabernacle where passengers perform the sacraments of transition—changing mental states before changing places.

Airports are one of the few places in life where we engage with pure presence—the past is left behind, the future has not arrived, the minutes slow to examine their Being. We want to get away but we’re forced to wait. This coerced patience encourages us to browse without looking, eat without tasting, stare vacantly into space, or enter fictional worlds to wall off the confusion.

2 comments

  1. This is such a great description of the ‘airport’ state of being. Fresh, concise and powerful. Your writing always makes me think. Thanks for this

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