6.04.25: Airport Terminals

There’s something weirdly soothing about airport terminals. Everyone’s in motion, but nobody’s really in control. Delays, gates, customs — all decided by someone else. And for once, that’s fine. You’re just a body with a boarding pass, waiting to be told where to go. There’s freedom in that surrender. Time slows. You walk loops. You stare at overpriced sandwiches. And yet, you’re going somewhere. Airports exist in this liminal space where the future is close but unreachable. It’s a pause, wrapped in noise. I kind of love it. It’s the one place where waiting feels like part of the story.