Airports

Airports are this surreal, alternative world. I've been stuck in airport world for about 15 hours now and am only at the beginning. I will be on planes or in airports for at least another 15 hours. I'm not counting because I simply don't want to know. I just want to be home.

Airport world is so controlled and synthetic. No one is at home here. Everyone is a stranger. The food is fake and too expensive. Wrapped in artificial casings made to take with you. Everyone is carrying something and if someone isn't carrying something you wonder what they're up to. Airport roads go round and round with little sense. They are never the fastest way to get anywhere but go indirectly because of all the chainlink and barbed wire fences. I am now listening to Radiohead which is only making the experience more surreal.

In and around airports you walk. You walk miles and miles as there is no good way to get somewhere directly. You must wait in lines and nothing is comfortable. They put armrests between the seats so you can't lie down even though everyone around you looks like that is all they would like to do. No one is happy. Some escape this world by reading or listening to music. Some talk on the phone or use the internet. Though only the young elite do that. I feel displaced.

The airport hotel last night was fake. I felt like I was in a bad movie only nothing happened to get the plot going. The only thing that broke the monotonay was the cigarette ashes on the floor near the window. It convinced me that someone really had been there and that it wasn't a dream. I wouldn't dream that much detail. None of the light fixtures actually had all the bulbs working. So everything was dim and depressing. The drain in the shower was slow and I ended up standing in three inches of water. I hate that. The ash tray in the hall didn't even have ashes in it. I swear we were in a war torn desert. Supposedly the beach was 4 km away but I think it was a lie. I escaped all of this with a book and music. Sleep also took care of a few hours until I was thrown groggily back into this weird world. It's even worse when everyone is speaking a different language.

Oh to be back in my bedroom again...safe in my own little fortress.