i know some people who are really stressed by them but personally i feel like airports are quite cathartic. like stepping through those glass entrance doors is the third act of a tragedy. ‘it’s just an airport bro’ roll with me here. you’re in a lawless place - there’s a man in a suit drinking a whiskey next to a family in pyjamas, a group of 17 year old boys downing Jägerbombs next to two old ladies doing the crossword — it’s 9am. your duties are from here on purged. you‘re … some may say… duty free.