10.01.25: Airport Models

There’s a certain type of traveler who treats airports like fashion runways. Perfect outfits, coordinated luggage, stylish hats that somehow don’t get crushed by the overhead bin. I envy them. I show up looking like I crawled out of a laundry basket, one sock barely hanging on, hoodie hood half-zipped. I used to think they were just vain, but maybe they cracked the code. Travel is chaos, but if you look composed, maybe people treat you better. Maybe you trick yourself into believing you’re not falling apart. Or maybe they’re just really good at hiding ketchup stains.