dimanche, janvier 11, 2004
Ah.
Airport
Changi International Airport
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The airport. The eastern tip of the island. The end of the expressway. Out of the way. Far off. Distant.
Are airport sad places or happy places or neutral places?
a place to bid farewell, to say goodbyes.
and yet to welcome back in hugs the loved ones from afar.
when i was young, and i saw the people sprawled out all over the departure lounge viewing gallery... i had the impression these were bad kids who hung ard in public places. but of course the impression has changed somewhat. found out that the world out there is so inhospitable, so commercial. public space is mainly used for business. noise, crowds, hawkers. the airport presents a comparatively tolerant and soothing atmosphere. the quiet gallery, dark comforting, a refuge from the world. from home. for those who do not find homes welcoming.
why would people want to go to the airport. a mainly utilitarian building, so out of the way, so sad a place.
but where can troubled souls go?
the incessant noise of the shopping districts is disgusting. the exorbitant price tag on every single object in sight just makes one wonder if everything has a price. can peace be only found at home, in parks(tho singapore's parks...), in spas...
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planes.
fly.
the airport is a sacred place.
when very young, kids just wanna fly for the sake of it. coz it's fun. coz planes go vroom, coz planes are big, coz anything that flies is wonderful, coz it means holidays overseas, fun fun stuff.
when not so young, like now, we want to get away. to go to our dreams. to fly away. to break free. towards the sky. dreams.
when old, ...old... , too old for dreams, the planes are just a shadow of a regret, business dealings, family holidays, meaningless routine trips, no more excitement and no more magic.
and also when young, we have not formed the deep emotional bonds that tie us to a place, a person. have not met the bf, gf, close friends, bunch of friends, various friends, marriage. still independent in our dreams, in our wants.
so there.
how interesting.
airport. planes. viewing gallery.
so fortunate we have a busy airport, which made so much difference to our lives. we grew up in an international city, an open world. yar. instead of a secluded town. with a tiny airstrip. with an airport that opens for planes to land.
the airport. and why we go there.
refuge. escape. solitude. dream.
what did i want to say...
Ah.
Airport
Changi International Airport
:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~::~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:
The airport. The eastern tip of the island. The end of the expressway. Out of the way. Far off. Distant.
Are airport sad places or happy places or neutral places?
a place to bid farewell, to say goodbyes.
and yet to welcome back in hugs the loved ones from afar.
when i was young, and i saw the people sprawled out all over the departure lounge viewing gallery... i had the impression these were bad kids who hung ard in public places. but of course the impression has changed somewhat. found out that the world out there is so inhospitable, so commercial. public space is mainly used for business. noise, crowds, hawkers. the airport presents a comparatively tolerant and soothing atmosphere. the quiet gallery, dark comforting, a refuge from the world. from home. for those who do not find homes welcoming.
why would people want to go to the airport. a mainly utilitarian building, so out of the way, so sad a place.
but where can troubled souls go?
the incessant noise of the shopping districts is disgusting. the exorbitant price tag on every single object in sight just makes one wonder if everything has a price. can peace be only found at home, in parks(tho singapore's parks...), in spas...
-
planes.
fly.
the airport is a sacred place.
when very young, kids just wanna fly for the sake of it. coz it's fun. coz planes go vroom, coz planes are big, coz anything that flies is wonderful, coz it means holidays overseas, fun fun stuff.
when not so young, like now, we want to get away. to go to our dreams. to fly away. to break free. towards the sky. dreams.
when old, ...old... , too old for dreams, the planes are just a shadow of a regret, business dealings, family holidays, meaningless routine trips, no more excitement and no more magic.
and also when young, we have not formed the deep emotional bonds that tie us to a place, a person. have not met the bf, gf, close friends, bunch of friends, various friends, marriage. still independent in our dreams, in our wants.
so there.
how interesting.
airport. planes. viewing gallery.
so fortunate we have a busy airport, which made so much difference to our lives. we grew up in an international city, an open world. yar. instead of a secluded town. with a tiny airstrip. with an airport that opens for planes to land.
the airport. and why we go there.
refuge. escape. solitude. dream.
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