The Airport

Can be a place of profound meaning. Once, when I was moving around within its terminals, a great sense of displacement: I don't feel like this is where I want to be, "this" referring only to the physical location of my being. There is so much I want to do and experience, and deep down I think if I am denied the chance to leave it all behind for something more, I would be distraught beyond comprehension. And it holds memories too, like studying at the old popeye's in T1 during those innocent secondary school days.

So yes, I suppose it is with me, this place you speak of, though a handful of years apart.

Even the bag I decide to carry was a choice influenced by .