Guess Where I Am


That’s right — I am everywhere and nowhere, in the Generic Airport Concourse Zone, where the gates and walkways and vendors all look precisely the same, indistinguishable in their drab sameness.  It is a temporary, soulless, transitory place, suitable only for moving on.  

This particular outpost of the GACZ is at DFW.  And like every exposure to the GACZ, this one has only one benefit — it makes home feel even more like heaven.