airports

tel aviv—jordan—colombo december 19-20, 2007.

always i see the same characters; the airports are constantly churning out the same people, in a never-ending rotation of metal pass-throughs and revolving doors. i could’ve sworn i saw an entire flight crew that accompanied me in the skies once ago. the bored security people, the disgruntled passengers held up for hours, the wandering hippies with oversized musical luggage, the families with erratic small children…i know them all intimately. we have been through this trip before, together—the collective swarm of humanity migrating to and from the nest, these small hives acting as hubs of production, and movement…and i can’t help but wonder, who am i to them?

the guy sitting next to me on the plane asked me what i was looking for in sri lanka. i told him i was looking for whatever i was going to find. that was the end of our conversation for the next 7 hours.