Bob, that’s fair. Most of those questions probably don’t want answers. Some of them are just emotional support riddles wrapped in jetlag and old receipts.
You wrote this scene and the emotions in a way that put me there. I swear I read several more hundred words about this than you wrote; my mind saw colors and rooms and feelings you never mentioned.
If your mind filled in the gaps, then we did it right, because half of this stuff lives in the silence between lines, and the other half in a flickering vending machine light at 3am.
Thank you for reading so deeply.
There’s magic in what we leave unsaid—especially in airports.
Great last line. Subbed immediately ❤️
I've slept in many an airport, and this piece transports me across time in the most wonderful way. Well done
Jay, this is the highest praise—thank you.
I wrote that last line half-delirious on caffeine and regret, so the fact that it landed means a lot.
Airports are like temporal wormholes lined with stale sandwiches and poor decisions.
Glad this one carried you somewhere strange and familiar.
Welcome aboard. Bob the Moth handles logistics. I handle the spirals.
You’ve joined at a weird and wonderful time.
I have so many questions 😂🤣
Bob, that’s fair. Most of those questions probably don’t want answers. Some of them are just emotional support riddles wrapped in jetlag and old receipts.
But ask away.
We have coffee. We have regret.
And Bob is taking minutes.
You wrote this scene and the emotions in a way that put me there. I swear I read several more hundred words about this than you wrote; my mind saw colors and rooms and feelings you never mentioned.
Loved it.
Andrew, that means the world.
If your mind filled in the gaps, then we did it right, because half of this stuff lives in the silence between lines, and the other half in a flickering vending machine light at 3am.
Thank you for reading so deeply.
There’s magic in what we leave unsaid—especially in airports.
Tacos and beer make everything alright.
Undeniable. Tacos and beer are the ritual. Everything else is just weather, luggage, and emotional turbulence.
(Also: never trust a gate change after tacos. That’s how the spiral begins.)