and
I find myself quite comfortable in the untraditionally comfortable seats of the airports of the world.
The authority of the black leather, and straps of the gun holsters, the nervous, on edge smell of the TSA officers
they're nervous to lose their jobs because they forgot to go to college instead
The mean dogs, the way people made them
They way everyone tries to compact themselves into one moveable commodity, that travels with ease, although they carry everything they need on a daily basis.
Or, at least they hope they brought their meds & cell charger
If travellers could grow six hands while they fumble to undress through security
they would
Its so unromantic, they ways the machine looks through all of your things, your worldy carved wooden objects don't even show up on their screens.
They are so significant , or they were until they were X-rayed by the apathetic suspectors.
Elderly stand no chance in this fast paced, contained and upright environment.
they get stepped on like dropped wrappers, and maybe wheeled around like luggage by an overweight texter.
At what point in your life did you lose agility, and the ability to keep up with the world. If you can't text and walk you are inefficient and cut in line.
I think everyone feels quite important when they were travelling
like, even if they got a great deal through an airline for their ticket,
that someone, somewhere, thought it was worth a couple hundred dollars for their presence.
My presence this holiday held the monetary value of $536 USD.
and that makes me feel great.
I miss the days when it was standard to dress up when granted the privelage to travel on an airplane.
Long coat, gloves and a cigarette holder. A cocktail on the plane, followed by a reapplication of lipstick
Today its all about how casual you can get away with, while seeming effortless yet important.
the: "I do this all the time" aire
yeah fuck you
@i®p0®†$
listening to: shuffle. might be the best shuffle ever
