The airport.
Austin Texas, 5:00 a.m. At the airport, sitting on a chair among some other people. Watching rushed travelers with a bag in their hands and a cup of coffee in the other. Cell phones, cell phones everywhere. Everyone looking at their digital lives, hoping to find something different than the stuff they had ten minutes ago. Sleepy faces contrast with the others running towards the gates about to close. It´s five in the morning but this place looks like a crowded street in a big city. I'm in a big space with huge windows on both sides. In the outside, I can see the operators working on those big metallic birds. Hoses pumping fuel into the planes, little vehicles pulling carts full of bags, many others that I don´t even know what they are for.
There are a lot of lights, billboards, screens, signs, even background music which fades among the small talk of the fellow passengers and the flight announcements. That one is mine, I´m about to board...
Austin Texas, 5:00 a.m. At the airport, sitting on a chair among some other people. Watching rushed travelers with a bag in their hands and a cup of coffee in the other. Cell phones, cell phones everywhere. Everyone looking at their digital lives, hoping to find something different than the stuff they had ten minutes ago. Sleepy faces contrast with the others running towards the gates about to close. It´s five in the morning but this place looks like a crowded street in a big city. I'm in a big space with huge windows on both sides. In the outside, I can see the operators working on those big metallic birds. Hoses pumping fuel into the planes, little vehicles pulling carts full of bags, many others that I don´t even know what they are for.
There are a lot of lights, billboards, screens, signs, even background music which fades among the small talk of the fellow passengers and the flight announcements. That one is mine, I´m about to board...
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