All Of The Lights

Ever since I was little I was fascinated by the world of transportation; bus depots, train stations, or airport terminals. Growing up in San Francisco, I heavily relied on Muni to get me everywhere and anywhere in the city. Occasionally Bart would also be a helpful resource outside of San Francisco. But what I particularly admired the most was airports. Airports.

I rarely ever went on an airplane but when I did, the atmosphere was always magical. It’s the large glass windows to visually see what you are about to embark on. It’s the plane itself, flying high into the sky, not knowing where you really are but that you trust that you will arrive at your destination. It’s the amalgamation of people in an endless terminal of gates and that you are in a crowd of strangers not knowing their background but sharing a commonality of flying.

I think the mutual attraction between airports and I is the idea of leaving a place. It’s the fact that you can hop on a plane and fly to a destination, wherever you want, and leave everything behind. The concept of escape and that an airport is the best place to be if you want to get far away knowing someone can’t automatically chase after you. It’s the intention of running away and having that resource at the tip of your fingers. It’s entering a gate and exiting another where no one knows you and you can start over fresh.

It’s the notion of going away essentially. Away from everything you know, everything that people perceive you to be, every problem that arises in that place, and everything that’s familiar. With just one boarding ticket, all that can be demolished to the point of extinction. Airports. I really like airports. Or maybe I just like the idea of throwing everything away and starting over.

  1. mycherieamour said: WORD. I feel the exact same way <3
  2. i-was-hella-bored-so-i said: I FUCKIN LOVE AIRPORTS <3
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