airports, bus stops, train stations. i find myself in these places very often. in these places, the feeling of going somewhere is everywhere, even if i am not. i can feel it in the air, breathe it in, see it in the eyes of those around me. i look at the train schedule and ask myself, “where shall i go today?” i decide on london but really, i am not going anywhere, i am simply embarking on a journey. i sit at the back and watch the back of their heads. one boy is listening to music and i imagine that he is an aspiring disc jockey, and that when he is not trying to keep himself afloat with his less-than-ideal day job he is in a club, the kind where the beat is inside you the moment you cross the threshold and your heart makes no hesitation in switching its dull, monotonous beat for this new, irregular one.
