Airports can be such a contrasting combinations. On one side, they are cold, characterless warehouses, with no soul – we never spend enough time there to leave too much of ourselves.
In the same time, they can be nests of spiritual gatherings, hosting such a diversity of humans with all the hopes they carry while inhabiting them.
And if you start paying attention at the people queuing at the security control, most of us are walking like in a trance, maybe even some kind of meditation. And when you start listening to some of the things people say, you might just get an instant perspective of the beauty of the human mind –
“…it’s like putting your life back again,” says a man giving me a smile while he is gathering his belongings after passing through the security machine.
“…we have to die so new little people can grow again, right mamy?” A small little girl says while pulling at a large briefcase towards the conveyor belt.
“…if you are to choose only five words to define you, what would those be?” The dark-haired girl asks her boyfriend while he is taking his computer out of his bag to put it in the tray. He looks at her and asks her if she took out her toiletries bag. She smiles.
Are airports heterotopias of time? Can we connect better with each other if we rationalize that we are constantly in an airport?