People adrift; bobbing in a barren, beige void. Passage slowed to a standstill by carbon-copy waiting rooms. Vending machine meals. Load speakers drone on. Grey walls. Beige halls. At the mercy of clock hands, timetables out of control. The friction of the wait. The abrasion of delays. Awaiting silver angels, goliath birds on aluminum wings. The airport is limbo, a no man’s land on the cusp of adventure.
These are the stories of those in wait.