I’m sitting at YVR after a botched attempt to bring my mom home from her visit in Hawaii.
LOVE the anonymity of hanging out in the airport – where are all the people heading, journeying to and from, life events that have happened to them along the way…..
I think it’s Pico Iyer who writes a wonderful essay about how the experience of and in airports can symbolize a global soul, a phenomenon that has only really very recently emerged: someone who doesn’t necessarily identify himself by location, not attached to one nation, but somehow linked to many on a global scale, always in movement, yet still “grounded” through the temporal place that is the airport.
I do a very poor job of representing his essay. Read it for yourself: The Global Soul.