Boarding + Yard

Whiz zip of the luggage wheels over the auto scrolling walkway trails the medium paced travelers late to departing flights headed infinitely onward and into the night. Outside the glass paneled walls only speckled gold spots shimmer from the city skyline, interrupting the full reflections. We are mice caught in a fun house and the speakers announce Detroit alpha thirty four then the pack shuffles up from their seats to the walkway, entering the rails. With almost sling shot momentum they are whizzing down the walkway, cicada’s in migration.

Names called repeatedly “we are looking for ______ at gate A37”. People lost in transition. From where they are to a set destination, somewhere along the way deviating from a plan of where they would end up. A boldness in decision to take a new unknown unfound idea of a journey without a plan. To act without assurance, to leave without a sign, you will not be arriving at what was your intended destination. You will be, outside these walls, an unknown on an unknown path, with no one calling your name to board.

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Turn the lot into a yard
set foot on the grass
get the same result
fill the acre with trash
throw the bag to the back
watch the lump dissolve
little block of air to stand
what a privilege this yard