5.17.2005
in the airport...
... there's a corridor i find myself gravitating towards. it's a glass connector path, very well lit, with rocking chairs for watching the planes move about.
the airport is aesthetically interesting on account of its awfulness. it's an empty vessel, characterized only by the corporate and bureaucratic signifiers of its purpose-- to move people, to move capital. an antfarm of suspended desire and simmering panic. a space of heartfelt detachment, always indeterminate, a not-yet-vacation. an experience doubled by its structural geometry and array of commanding indexes-- a living (corny) sci-fi distopia, however anemic. its fantasy is made of the dual tremblings of technology and terror-- the plane crash, the jihad, and so forth. remedied, hopefully, in rest and relaxation. in the ornaments cast out by the everyday.
the airport is the canvas of the tourist's experience. the space of leaving-the-home, and little else. a hollow pit-stop to remember and desire within. today. april 24th. 4:30 pm in philadelphia. krispy kreme coffee in hand, i look out that star-wars-window. enjoying the icy resonance of the airport and the chill of not traveling. i work here. i am having an ordinary day.
the airport is aesthetically interesting on account of its awfulness. it's an empty vessel, characterized only by the corporate and bureaucratic signifiers of its purpose-- to move people, to move capital. an antfarm of suspended desire and simmering panic. a space of heartfelt detachment, always indeterminate, a not-yet-vacation. an experience doubled by its structural geometry and array of commanding indexes-- a living (corny) sci-fi distopia, however anemic. its fantasy is made of the dual tremblings of technology and terror-- the plane crash, the jihad, and so forth. remedied, hopefully, in rest and relaxation. in the ornaments cast out by the everyday.
the airport is the canvas of the tourist's experience. the space of leaving-the-home, and little else. a hollow pit-stop to remember and desire within. today. april 24th. 4:30 pm in philadelphia. krispy kreme coffee in hand, i look out that star-wars-window. enjoying the icy resonance of the airport and the chill of not traveling. i work here. i am having an ordinary day.
