Friday, February 10, 2012
Jet Blue Terminal, the new one, #5.
Streamlined check-in, place your own baggage. The security checkpoint wide and bright so as not to inspire anxiety. THEN: they released you into 2008 techno-consumer paradise. Sushi! Lacoste! Barnes and Noble! A huge circle of blue flatscreens decorates the potmodern plaza. Like kids in a wi-fi playground, we relax.
I am relaxed.
Sipping green tea. Eating sushi. Emailing Mayuka.
I can play this role.
Because there aren't any poor people here.
Because there is no culture here.
Posted by Dr. Cosmos at 10:17 PM