I had never really studied the people at Denver International Airport before...they had always seemed mere bodies in motion. Or bodies in non-motion, waiting, mildly anxious or relieved after going through screening and waiting now to see if their plane shows up on time. Introspective, focused on an arrival or departure, they now seem participants in some global form of alienation, neither here nor there, simply in transition, refugees caught between places, at the whim of weather, mechanical breakdowns, and fellow passangers. Tedium plays a large part in the traveller's experience...it is written on faces, on bodies slumped into chairs, on half drunk cardboard cups of coffee left in the food court.
