And so here I sit, amid a cacophony of disembodied voices, echoing off marble and tile. There is something nice about airports: maybe it’s the faceless anonymity that every person in them enjoys. Maybe it’s the ever-present anticipation of going somewhere, going anywhere.
There are, however, much better places to spend a night. I’m currently sitting in the Vancouver airport, staring at a giant green statue of what appears to be a large frog in a straw hat paddling a canoe. It is battling a giant bird of some kind. I think it’s supposed to be an eagle. There also looks to be a lizard sticking his tongue out in the bottom of the canoe while trying to avoid being squashed by the frog in the straw hat. It’s an interesting statue, but I don’t want to spend the night under it.