When I landed in Paris, things started to take off.I was on a different plane. 7 days made one weak/week. Avi-Navi-gation seems as natural to me as sending an e mail or going to Starbucks. I fold up my self and carry "me"around as if I were a gym bag. CDG-Charles De Gaulle Airport is no exception.
Unchecked Baggage- My Airport My SelfIf you want to be a multinational soul, you cannot do it in New York or Los Angeles, London or Tokyo alone-you need to get consecrated in Paris. Yet writing about this is not PC. it should only be done on a MAC because this place has style.
I meet therefore I am- a multinational soul. I shrink therefore I am part of — and apart from American, European and Asian culture. and the countries I visit(ed) and live(d) in are as eclectic and restless as airports I "inhabit". Along with the displacement, and the associated jet lag, I am simply a fairly glib product of a movable feast, living and working in a world that is itself increasingly small and increasingly hybrid---a transit lounger, forever heading to the departure gate.People come to airports and never leave
Airports used to be fun or dramatic -Remember the movies, like "Airplane" and "Air Force One ". Yet, getting hit over the head by the recent TSA pat downs in LAX and post 9 11 angst worldwide, we are spending more time in airports for better or worse-They are not just visited by we as tourists, but inhabited by us for a few hours. I travel(ed) a lot but also can appreciate what it feels like to be Other. What I mean by that is, not having an internet connection! Technology is not the nameless Other. To embrace technology is to embrace, and face, ourselves.The cult of the amateur wanderers is growing; global souls who haven't been everywhere but it is on their list; for whom home is a feeling, not a place in the soil but inside yourself. I am one of the privileged homeless. Is there a new kind of person being created by a new kind of life?
"Every day is a journey," wrote Basho, "and the journey itself is home." If the Zen poet hadn't said that more than 300 years ago, I would have. I am Basho on a frequent flyer pass, with complimentary mojo on take off.
I no longer am looking for love, I am taking it with me. Shakespeare a écrit «la fin de la réunion Journeys les amateurs, tout homme sage sait cela. Je vous remercie de me conduire à l'aéroport Isabelle! Je t'aime.
