Windows on the World
Airports are our portals to adventure, but they can paint of grim picture of power and disparity in our times
I wonder what William Burroughs would’ve made of the modern airport experience. The wildly dystopian processions through security-sealed pathways. The Kafka-esque queueing. The dehumanizing shake downs of security, turning out our pockets and blasting us with x-rays. In a lot of ways, airports are the greatest expression of an InterZone, a place outside of time and reality and governance — where all of those things push on the personal with greater force than anywhere else — where dignity is available for a price, where we talk openly about status and class distinctions, and see their striations more plainly than anywhere else.