sea monkeys!

i’ve caught public transport all my life, but it’s not until i step into an airport that i ever actually feel like a herding ant or dumb robot drone. there’s something inherantly spooky to me about hundreds of completely unrelated people convening in one common location to walk two-file down a blank corridor into a giant plastic cylinder that is subsequently jettisoned beyond the horizon.

do all the tubes reach there destination? is mine the only real flight? and just how do they expect me to believe the so called ‘crash position’?

i’m not sure they have the answers for me.

oop, flight boarding…wish me luck!