airports
There is something I find grossly satisfying about the rough plodding of strangers in the airport, in the communally isolated and disinterested stance of the fleeing faces our minds pass over. There is exhilaration in the possibility of a million blank slates, a gratifying knowledge that the minimal bits of words shared between persons, and the meaningless moments of eye contact that grudgingly occur despite our un-verbalized, agreed-upon avoidance, are the single-most interactions that are ever planned to occur. Yet, in the gloriously impersonal, numb-minded and inconsequential exchanges made in a mere matter of seconds, we have tied the eternal string of acquaintanceship to one more person’s soul. There is a deep camaraderie in the stark and silent ecosystem of a plane, in the waiting area filled with people bent over their own, unique, and selfish concerns… In the distinctly unmemorable smile or thank you from our nameless companions, in the random jumble of strangers stuck together in a mere means to an end, the world has been touched with one more spark of love as a single and cohesive humanity, that drifts in the air above unknowing, apathetic heads…