A couple of random seeds of thought on travelling.
An airport is a place where everyone carrying a bag is in limbo, and everyone else's job is to try and make them forget it.
Human consciousness is not changing as rapidly as some argue. Air travel is still too fast to be comprehended as movement in relation to any single immobile object outside the plane. However uncomfortable long flights can be, probably the most genuine essence of air travel reveals itself when one flies from Japan to the Americas, and the plane lands at the destination at same time, on the same day, as it took off at the place of departure.