By Chris Goode.
[...] The ones left in the arrivals terminal, apparently, remain there to this day, continuing to wait.
Are there lessons here for the future? It's hard to think about perspective when, as we know, in a single airport minute, whole hand-to-hand wars may be won and lost, and we have often seen a hundred thousand microformal presidents of the United States of America rollerblade into an oblivion of collapsed Muzak. All the ventilation filters leak a cold yellow mucus, the travelators warp and turn turtle. The ineffable congress of lovers -
AS TRAILED IN PERPETUITY BY A QUARTER OF THE DREAMING MIND
- is reclothed and neutralised into tantric safety demonstration and the bleak irradiated opportunity to watch blockbuster movies mapped down to the size and scope of an animated scab growing on the back of a wounded headrest.
To many observers, this all suggests that the airport will only be able to support the near-exponential increase in the people's demand for homecoming if it evolves not as buildings do; but as do animals, towards an immaterial system of uninterrupted thought.
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