The Gate Is In Your Mind

The other day, I was at an airport (one that may possibly not allow photography, so I won’t name it) preparing to catch a flight. The following events happened in the space of a few seconds: Standing in the food court, I look down at my ticket. My ticket says I need to go to Gate 41. I look up and immediately see this…

As if airports weren’t nightmares of dystopian existentialism already.

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