Five thoughts while travelling

stuckatairport1. I saw the sun rise from the plane. It didn’t look so much like it was rising, more like the horizon was bleeding. A heavy pinprick of blood welling out of the earth, violently lit up from within.

2. The energy that goes into these reheatable meals, single serving mints. What if we could harness it for community instead of to carve out our little corner of isolation. Each of us drinking from our own tiny water fountain rather than share.

3. There is a stand with an electrical plug sign, nothing but powerpoints. No chairs. Pure power is its own comfort. Travelers plug in their devices and walk away. Behind one of the stands is a payphone. “What’s a payphone, Grandma?” A phone call for 40 cents. A text message for 20 cents. If I could read the past messages sent from that screen. “Flight’s delayed. Phone’s dead. This is a payphone. FML.”

4. There is not a comfortable chair in the entirety of Melbourne’s domestic airport. In the same way bus stops are designed to be unappealing for homeless people to sleep in, travelers aren’t to get too comfortable. There’s something wrong when we can’t spare a quiet armchair, or a beanbag for our exhausted fellow humans. All courtesy but no care. If I ruled the world there would be a couch on every street corner. Please, fellow human, stretch out. Here, take my coat. Be well.

5. Never underestimate the curative power of a good cup of tea.

About Rachel Watts

I am a writer from Perth, Western Australia. My speculative fiction novella Survival will be released in early 2018. View all posts by Rachel Watts

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