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.