This is the photo of someone sitting in an airport. Someone who has been there for a while, someone who no longer has a suitcase. Or perhaps someone who is about to lose it. Sitting in Madrid. Or was it Heathrow? Thinking about it now, coulda been Chicago. There was a foreboding sense that it was about to happen. It was nearly said out loud as they parted ways at the check-in. Go figure. It was as if the connection between suitcase and owner was tangible up till London and then all went blank. The changeover was way too fast, there was no way it could have made the switch... Something wasn't right.
Waiting in Madrid at the luggage belt watching bag after bag come out.
Waiting in Madrid at the luggage belt watching no bags come out. Alone.
Long walk to the lost baggage desk.
Walk out of the airport alone, with empty hands and nothing but the clothes on my back which were about to be worn for more hours straight than was ever meant.
That is what this photo is about.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
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3 comments:
So, my question is, how many times did you have to take that foto until you got one you liked?
first take baby. thats what you get when you can look at the screen and change your face till you find what you are looking for!
Do you do that often? I mean, change your face till you find what you're looking for?
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