Airports, the epiphany of transport: God they are strange though contextualized by a tight logistic, they are out of this world, almost unnatural. The end of stories, the beginnings, the need for the displacement of the masses. I`ll never grasp, I will never love to fly, though I have an abillity to not be where I am at, to escape before I arrive, I the machine, I the airplane?

The frreway at night, the lights coming and going. Riding the snake, the river, so pitch black, it all flows together, the airport, the people, the freeway, the transport, the ships...noone is really there