Yesterday, I spent twelve hours in airplanes and airports. I wasn’t anywhere, really. For an entire day, I was on my way. In one of my comp lit courses, I studied a translated french novella set entirely in transit. Scenes from airports and train stations and probably a bus? I don’t remember what it was called or anything that happened. This book invite…
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