When you've wandered the highways and byways of the World Weird Web enough, you'll see all kinds of shit.
All kinds.
Not to worry; this isn't that kind of post. I'm here to talk about travel. A lot of people on the web write about how much they hate airports. Whether that's because they truly do due to being so well-traveled that they've gotten jaded or whether it's just a humblebrag to make you think they are, the result is the same: people who want the destination but hate the journey.
Pfft 😒
Me, I looooooove airports. Everything about them. I love the size, I love the artificial lighting and the angles and the occasional artistry in more ambitious ones like de Gaulle and whatever the one in Dubai is called.
NOPICTURES
I love security checkpoints. I love metal detectors and taking my shoes off. I love layovers and the exploration. I love the in-betweenness of being nowhere while going somewhere. I love being a sojourner among sojourners.
NOPICTURES
I love the announcements. I love the rules. I love the negotation of small moments of humanity and exception between those rules. I love the airport workers, their florescent-lit faces and their hard work in the machine of the movement of the world. I love seeing half-ajar doors and unfinished ceilings and the glimpses of grease-stained off-white machinery, windows to the metal-girded underbelly of the travel-industrial complex.
Get the picture?
I love the sheer variety and the boundless potential for people-watching in a place where everyone is acting all dignified ... until the genuineness and joy of their performance genuineness and joy wells up when they meet their returning family members. I love being one of those people on either side of the equation.
You picking up what I'm putting down? I love airports.
I am certain I was going somewhere with this ... 😕 ... oh well, l'esprit d'escalier; it'll probably come to me in 7 days time when its too late. Oh well gonna post anyway woop-de-do
PS
I bet @sweetsssj hates airports.