12.07.25: The Airport Nap

There’s an art to sleeping in airports. Some people curl on benches, others sprawl on the floor with backpacks as pillows. I once saw a man sleeping perfectly upright, arms crossed like a monk. Nobody judges, because everyone knows the exhaustion. Airports are the only places where snoring in public is accepted. It’s oddly comforting. Strangers side by side, unconscious, waiting for their turn to move again. Sleep in airports isn’t restful, but it’s communal. A reminder that, no matter how different we are, sometimes we’re just animals curling up wherever we can.