I was just writing with someone about how airports and airplanes feel so grounded as places, nevertheless no one truly belongs to them/we are all in transit.

And then now with your reference I’m thinking about George Clooney’s movie and the contrast between his life in the sky/transit/hotels and how that was so lively v. his home life (apartment)/family life, so sterile and in reality alien to anything really worth of living (his family at the end is living their own private lives, marrying, divorcing themselves, etc), but in transit, at least for that brief moment, we are all going together towards the same destination. Maybe that’s the allure of being up in the air, that brief moment in which we are migrating together, a brief sense of communion.

P