At the airport
Lately I’ve been having repeated dreams where I am at different airports. It’s always the same, I have to arrive at a specific time, to wait. What am I waiting for?
The terminals are different, my clothes are different, my carry-on bag is different. However, the same pattern is always repeated. I’m alone, I go up and down stairs, there is something red in the terminal and I never get on the plane.
I wake up, I’m walking in an airport. There are many people around me in a hurry trying not to miss their flight. I’m walking around dragging my suitcase. I look at the screens to find a time and a lounge. I am haunted by anxiety as I feel my eyes roam those screens with schedules. I need to know the exact time. Suddenly my feet start to move, apparently they know which lounge we should go to.
I keep walking through the airport, there is a lot of noise. People are leaving, but also arriving. You never feel a difference in space in that terminal.
I don’t care about the other people, not even if they are angry, stressed, sad, overwhelmed… I don’t feel empathy for any of them.
I am in this airport waiting for something to arrive. I’m in this airport without being able to catch my flight. How many airports do I have to be in before something different happens?
