18 January 2012

Beyond the beige-grey fog encircling the anywhere of glass and white trusses, is a place that her bright smile calls home. An airport is a nowhere place, a junction floating in space, just as we a nowhere, drifting through it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: