Airport 1

I notice how the sunlight is split and stretched by the scaffolding of these windows; silhouettes pass through the hallway, distorting and diffracting the frames of light further. Beyond the windows, I notice the sun setting only a few inches above the trees; the trees themselves are far away, a distance like a new era. An era between trees and I - I am the present and those trees are the future. A future too far for me to walk to, a future where the silhouettes are still.

I can easily grab the sun and I sit pinching it in and out of existence. Catching a stray flock of birds every so often, I feel an instance of remorse - but unlike the sun, they can manage to escape. V-shaped black holes fluttering off towards the trees - I wonder if they notice me here, sitting, without a silhouette; without true stillness and without true movement, without a reason to be noticed.