I love airports, love flying. Something meditative being in a nonplace, a gateway rather than a destination. I like brushing my teeth in airport bathrooms. Something about the morning routine made public and naked. I like the cheesy art budget sculptures. I like the lives all folded up and packed and wheeled and pushed and carted around. I like the calming mechanical voices. Now boarding gate a4. I don't like the food. I like people movers, people lifters, people shuttles, people lines. It's such a strange machine. And the airplane. Saul Williams was clearly never an architect or ship captain, but I still love his lines:

"I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane / no greater conglomerate of steel and metal / nothing less likely to fly"

I like that weird combination of accessibility and impossibility. That nonfeeling of flying ("you're sitting in a chair / in the sky"). I like those calm stewardess voices. Seats upright. This aircraft has four door exits. All exits are clearly marked. Please turn off all electronic devices.

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