“You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O’Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”
Edward Norton: “Fight Club”
After over 50 flights this year I feel as if I’m in a constant sleep walk - a waking malaise characterized by heavy eye lids and hotel bars. A sense of place, the anthropology we create around our home, our friends, our city, is inextricably tied to our sense of self. I’m getting used to that sense of self being a piece of checked luggage.