The airport.
The people
The masks
The movement that resembles the blood through a body.
Tiny cells of great size moving up and down, left and right, talking to each other or walking around slowly, thinking of nothing or something but looking like they ignore all that's around them.
i wonder where you are going. and i wonder where you have been. i wonder of the little things that we will never get to say to each other in between.
i wonder if the world is as oblivious of us as we are of our own bodies but as soon as i have that thought i think it's a mistake because here we are.
Things don't seem rushed and i like it. i can't really remember how it was in the past because i haven't traveled in so long.
It doesn't look like the people are looking, though.
Maybe some other day there will be more to write but today this is just
enough.