As I waited in line at
Boston Logan International Airport, I enjoyed the anonymous shadows projected from one of the escalators in the lobby. One by one, they would come down to join me in line with bag in hand. Although I knew that they were one of me, their clear law6();?> of travel was made surreal and abstract by the window shading. I appreciated this dreamy moment to preface a ten hour flight in general darkness.
John Maeda
