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Nah und Fern.

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I found myself lost in Gas for what seemed like an eternity.

I spent months wandering around the forest, lost and confused. Often scared, always overwhelmed. It made me feel alive but brought me down to Earth like nothing else ever has. But it is never this Earth; it is always another, a strange alteration of this one. A hyper-real, infinitely intense world – A world that feels like it could tear itself asunder at any moment, that all it would take would be a single misplaced footstep or the slightest of knocks to throw the world out of balance. It is a distorted world, twisted in such a way that you wouldn’t know that it were at first glance. You would need time. How much time, I cannot say. You would need to look hard, harder than you ever have in this world, and study your surroundings. Only then do you notice the shifting in the fabric and the hightened intensity of your surroundings: the colour, the shape, the air against your skin.  I felt always off-kilter. My shoulders were burdened with the feelings and emotions of others, people whom I’d never met, people whom I wasn’t sure had ever existed. People whom I wasn’t sure would ever exist. I didn’t know if I wanted to escape. I didn’t know if I ever needed to escape.

Occasionally I dip my big toe back into the lukewarm, glass-like water and I see my reflection. But it is always distorted, always misshapen in ways I can never comprehend.

I now find myself perpetually scared by Gas. I am scared because I know just how easily I could get lost all over again.

Flight.

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It took me less than a half a day to read this book. This is somewhat to do with the fact that it’s only a modest 112 pages long, but mostly to do with the fact that it was glorious from start to finish. Not once did my mind drift off to think of other things as it so often does when reading, a true fault of mine.

This book has bolstered my opinion that airports are truly some of the most beautiful places on Earth. To the average Joe an airport may seem to be nothing more than a means to an end, but I see them as a microcosm, a snapshot of our society contained within a shell of glass and steel. From the joy that is a child running from the arrivals gate to be re-united with his father once again, to the despair of a weeping couple who will soon be separated by several thousand miles of sky, water and earth, this book studies the most human aspects of our airports through a macro lens, all the while questioning and, in some respects, reminding the reader of why we travel in the first place.

If you were asked to take a Martian to visit a single place that captures all the themes running through the modern world – from our faith in technology to our destruction of nature, from our interconnectedness to our romanticising of travel – then you would almost certainly have to head to an airport. Airports, in all their turmoil, interest and beauty, ate the imaginative centres of our civilisation.