The perpetual turning engine of the airplane lingers just outside the
window. Footsteps from high heals fade into a distant hallway. Door
slides open. A man wearing a bowling shirt unzips his laptop bag to
set up communications headquarters in a secluded corner of the
airport, where there are leather chairs and the lingering chatter from
the engine. The sun is going down and is shining horizontaly. The
earth will block its light soon. And as I linger here too, I'm in a
secluded state that suspends judgment, lust and preservation of self.
Soon I'll be left with no light, like a caveman awaiting evil--
Awaiting the oldest fight in man kind--light and darkness. In the
darkness the man waits and finds unnerving thoughts of exhile from
normal, everday human interaction. However, his exhile leads to a
light that conquers fear and darkness. We are always in exhile before
the dawn and these unnerving thoughts are always perpetual just like
this engine outside the window.
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