Arrival, layover, transitions, delay, departure. The inescapable quandaries of daily life. What do I have to do today? Tomorrow? Next week? Year? Ten years? What did I eat for breakfast? Where do I have to be this evening? How am I going to get there? Where was I yesterday at 2:30 in the afternoon? What am I going to say? What will then think? What will I be when I grow up?
No matter where one is, there they are. Do you know where that is? Do you sense it? Does it escape you while you become somewhere else?
In these frozen moments and in an environment designed for lives coming and going, the present is there but were the lives? Where were they in their life at that moment?
Did they notice the space? Did they notice the moment surrounding them? Light, shadow, sound, voices reflections, movement. Thought and people all coming and going. Did they notice?
Quandaries.
