Shane McKenzie, age 9, “My Anger,” monochromatic drawing. In another airport and it would make sense if I felt like this but instead I’ve walked up and down a terminal full of shops and restaurants and bars and saw nothing, nothing I wanted nor wanted to get angry about. Usually this kind of travel enforces in me a rigorous pattern of nourishment and dehydration, solids and fluids I don’t even care about what, just matter to sustain life. But instread nothing seems better than something, with the exception of taking pictures of kids’ artwork on the terminal wall.
