Again, inspired after yet another conversation while sitting in an airport with Emma. I am beginning to sense a theme here.
'I like airports'
I mused.
Sitting the McDonalds
Of a nameless airport
In a nameless city
Of a nameless country.
'They can't judge you
In an airport.
'Who's they?'
You asked.
'Everyone'
I said.
No one belongs
To airports.
Everyone is transient
A puff of smoke
Melting to the sky.
There is no belonging
To an airport
So there is no possession.
If there is no possession
There is nothing to defend
If there is nothing to defend
There is no fear
No fear
Means
No judgement
And that is why
I like airports
They are transient
As am I
And so,
I feel at home.
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