The Airport Connection
Airports are so incredibly cool to me.
Everyone is arriving from somewhere all over the world, everyone is departing from somewhere all over the world.
I sit in an airport and watch all of the independent humans continue on with their lives.
The parents with three kids in matching mickey shirts, all giggling over the excitement of going to Disney World. Their smiles radiate throughout each other, and glisten off the glitter of their shirts, which illuminates the celing when the sun hits it just right. A week about to begin in the Sunshine state, a week these children will never forget.
The businessman with a brown leather bag taps his black earpiece to end his call. He runs his hand through his grey cut, noticably styled with gell. He adjusts his position in the black leather seat he sits in, in an effort to become more comfortable. His black coat brushes over his DELL laptop as he opens it, in an effort to get some work done before he begins his flight somewhere away from Boston.
The 20-something year old girl subtley smiles into her phone as she scrolls through Instagram. She awaits her flight away from home, moving her into college. The pink streaks running through her jet black hair makes her stand out to the crowd, complimenting her deep brown eyes. She retracts the handle into her like green suitcase, as she glances up at the flight monitor to read any updates about her flight. The excitement ahead of her move causes her to be more ancy then normal.
Everyone around is arriving and departing to everywhere. This group of people will never find themselves together again, this mass of individuals in the same place at the same time is a one time occurence. They will never again be on the same flight with each other, they will travel hundreds or thousands of miles away from each other in their lifetime. But no matter where they may go or what they may do, they will always have this flight in common.
The man arriving from Australia sips his coffee at 11:00 PM in an attempt to recover from his extreme jetlag. The girl sits at the counter of Friendly's, excitedly awaiting her pancakes with whipped cream, before she travels with her Grandma to Italy. These two people are in the same place at the same time, and may never cross paths again. Their lives are so different, and they experience such different areas of the world. Their perception of time at this moment is so different, but they share the memory of being in the airport iHop at the same time.
Everyone will travel far away from each other, nobody knows each other. Everyone percieves time differently, nobody has the same result coming out of their flight.
The world is bigger then humans can percieve, but airports connect us.
Everyone is arriving from somewhere all over the world, everyone is departing from somewhere all over the world.
I sit in an airport and watch all of the independent humans continue on with their lives.
The parents with three kids in matching mickey shirts, all giggling over the excitement of going to Disney World. Their smiles radiate throughout each other, and glisten off the glitter of their shirts, which illuminates the celing when the sun hits it just right. A week about to begin in the Sunshine state, a week these children will never forget.
The businessman with a brown leather bag taps his black earpiece to end his call. He runs his hand through his grey cut, noticably styled with gell. He adjusts his position in the black leather seat he sits in, in an effort to become more comfortable. His black coat brushes over his DELL laptop as he opens it, in an effort to get some work done before he begins his flight somewhere away from Boston.
The 20-something year old girl subtley smiles into her phone as she scrolls through Instagram. She awaits her flight away from home, moving her into college. The pink streaks running through her jet black hair makes her stand out to the crowd, complimenting her deep brown eyes. She retracts the handle into her like green suitcase, as she glances up at the flight monitor to read any updates about her flight. The excitement ahead of her move causes her to be more ancy then normal.
Everyone around is arriving and departing to everywhere. This group of people will never find themselves together again, this mass of individuals in the same place at the same time is a one time occurence. They will never again be on the same flight with each other, they will travel hundreds or thousands of miles away from each other in their lifetime. But no matter where they may go or what they may do, they will always have this flight in common.
The man arriving from Australia sips his coffee at 11:00 PM in an attempt to recover from his extreme jetlag. The girl sits at the counter of Friendly's, excitedly awaiting her pancakes with whipped cream, before she travels with her Grandma to Italy. These two people are in the same place at the same time, and may never cross paths again. Their lives are so different, and they experience such different areas of the world. Their perception of time at this moment is so different, but they share the memory of being in the airport iHop at the same time.
Everyone will travel far away from each other, nobody knows each other. Everyone percieves time differently, nobody has the same result coming out of their flight.
The world is bigger then humans can percieve, but airports connect us.
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