The airport has always existed as a transitional space - a portal
between experiences that encourages us to carve out an ephemeral alternate
reality while in transit. Time is
experienced differently in an airport, we find ourselves released from our
normal attitudes and habits, there is a seductive availability of anonymity, we
may find ourselves contemplating odd gift shop merchandise, talking with
strangers we might usually avoid, or even spending hours in unaccustomed
silence and observation. Basically the
airport has existed as incidental site for temporary autonomous zones on a
micro and personal scale.
Post 9/11 with the advent of TSA and homeland security a
more specific alternate reality has asserted itself within the vortex that is
the airport. The insinuation of
suspicion and the invasion of privacy embedded in security protocols have
paradoxically made anonymity feel like a detriment “if they knew me they would
know I’m not a threat”. This encourages
an exaggeration of the subconscious self-censorship and general
self-consciousness that is prevalent in the world outside of the airport “Best
I don’t draw any attention to my self”.
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