tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790894231672836906.post2169734508723580332..comments2023-10-31T05:35:03.583-07:00Comments on MILWAUKEE TRAVELOGUE: Packing for home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12255742611033058804noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790894231672836906.post-80983198972764163862009-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:002009-02-12T20:11:00.000-08:00i hate airports.i hate airports.Alison Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09339714067701086887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1790894231672836906.post-67694123004898740372009-02-12T11:53:00.000-08:002009-02-12T11:53:00.000-08:00The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me ...The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificanceThe airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.The airport, filled with climaxes, will remind me of it’s insignificance.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Mary Mary Mary: <BR/>This thing on a whole is pretty fantastic.<BR/>But that line transcends description and conviction.<BR/>I don't know if I'm going where you went, but that doesn't matter. <BR/>The whole thing is great and that line is perfect.<BR/><BR/>I think it hit me mostly because of my juvenile tendency to see every occurrence in my life as a part of some story, and if not that, something I can use for a story. I can never let things just be and happen (I everyone does this, but I really really don't let anything go)<BR/><BR/>In light of that, the AIRPORT environment has always been one too perplex, if not taunt, me as a writer and more importantly, as a human being BECAUSE of how dramatic airports are. At anytime, there are thousands of people leaving and beginning, trusting and distrusting, stressing and relaxing. There too much going on and it's all so CONCENTRATED that it just kills me. This is enhanced by the scary thought, the thought that I have often in airports, that everyone or most of everyone, has the same goal--to get to where they want to go. And I believe that the emotion, or that is to say, the CONCENTRATION of that emotion contributes to a sort of levity that kills my pen but at the same time shoots my brain into hyperdrive because I want to know what's going on and what everyone's feeling but it's IMPOSSIBLE. <BR/><BR/>bbah bha bhahh<BR/><BR/>Write a novel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com