The complete opposite
Trip Start Jan 22, 2010
27Trip End Feb 14, 2010
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There are lots of people here -- all the world's tongues and cultures whisper through the atmosphere, just like at the crypt in the Taj Mahal, except where that murmuring suggested connection and an almost physical bond with the past, here the ambient noise engulfs the voices, making them practically lifeless.
I love the free internet terminals and options to buy a shower and massage, but there is something unspeakably lonely about an airport, like we are all passing through a limbo where our souls have no place or essence.
Everything is clean surface over a place with no history -- this airport is built out of land reclaimed from the ocean, after all -- and in my mind there are associations with the Keat's epitaph "Here lies one whose name was writ in water."
I miss already the chance to lose myself that India offered. I miss the opportunity to discover the Beauty beneath the grim surface.