Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Chicago O'Hare


I've always had a weird relationship with the airport.  Usually a pretty emotional one.  I always seem to be leaving something and going towards something I don't quite understand. 

I usually take red eyes.  The people I'm surrounded by are quiet an zombie-like.  Sleep never comes as easy as I wish it would.  But there is a universality about the airport I have always enjoyed; the melting pot of people from everywhere just trying to get where they wanna go.  Despite this experience that is happening to all of us, most of us keep a fine line between ourselves and the person sitting next to us....




Red eyes....









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