At the Airport, in between and content.

So do you remember that movie with Tom Hanks where he was stuck in an airport for like a month, maybe more. I honestly can't remember and I think the movie was a flop, but I think that he might just be on to something! I am now sitting in the Newark, NJ airport at a cafe. I have a fantastic view of New Jersey's industrial landscape that, in my opinion has an invalid reputation. It's quite beautiful. Why is that? One word: new. New landscapes, new people to watch, new foods, new restrooms, new janitorial staff (one of which is in my general proximity). All of this newness gives me a fresh platform to create and develop my own realities, to think of the most outragous, or more practical things that could possibly make up the existance that is New Jersey. The janitor (Bob we will call him), for example, could quite possibly have the most intriguing life on the planet. He could step outside of this airport, jump in the air and simply take off (after looking to make sure no one can see him off course). His flight home consists of a mobile phone call with his aunt, Angelina Jolie, and ends with a reminder text from his wife Colin Powell's step daughter (twice removed) reminding him to pick up eggs and milk on the way home. Yes, so it is possible (and seemingly even more so because I do not know any of his realities) that Bob has an extroidinary life. Sweeping the floor and carrying a large amount of keys on his sagging black pants is just a minute detail.