Nowhere. And that is grand. I hate airports and planes with a passion. Alas, come February, I am flying to Samoa with my partner Dan to visit his ancestors and kin. Boo!
I love everything about them. What they represent. I love the placelessness--Ive flown thousands of miles somehow, but I could be anywhere in the world. I love their aspirational nature--they're filled with thousands of people headed somewhere where they aren't currently. I love their unadulterated cosmopolitan capitalism--thousands of people from all over the world that happen to cross paths in this great, efficient Temple to transportation and consumption. On that note, airport food is pretty good, and new airports are genuinely nice places to be, and are quite architecturally attractive. Finally, I think they are the best physical representation of pure modernity. Efficient, a little soulless, relentlessly global, somewhat nationless, commerce filled glass and steel metropolises.
