Seoul Airport, Korea
I thought Seoul’s airport was quiet compared to New York’s where I was twelve hours before. The plane flew a decrescendo over the ocean and in Korea a fancy little quartet played lulling waiting passengers to sleep on benches. There was no startling ominous messages over the loud speaker. No one here seems to be worried about leaving their baggage unattended, or warning each other into a constant fear of the person sitting next to them. I know the history, and I know why it is the way it is, but the stark contrast traveling from one side of the pacific to the other was all I could think about as I paced the long moving walkways killing what felt like all the time in the world.