Nothing really changes in an airport

Have you ever thought about the permanence of airports? Flights dock and depart. The people flow in and out, ever-changing, a whirl of color and language and time. But not the concrete. Not the tile. The cornerstones always remain. Decades of stories, manifold fears and dreams, held between each molecule. Here we are timeless. Existence escapes the construct of seconds that parade forward. In an airport, you simply are.