Observations at an airport

Perhaps the point of life is not to be free, but to be indentured to the people and things in life that you love. Indentured, indebted, ultimately dedicated.


I look at people around the airport waiting for flights, all ages, shapes and sizes, and I think: we are not so different, you and I.


The 6am crowd on mass transit is decidedly a different group than the 7am. Moreso glazed, from lack of sleep or silent despair. At least mine were from lack of sleep. :)

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