Why is the color blue so
tired today? The carpet at the Salt Lake International Airport, with its
boarding strips of navy and the attempt of cheerfulness with the dots of
peacock, seems to me to be the very picture of haggard. Not all blues are tired, and not all the
time. Just today when the color blue seems to leak in through every crack in my
head, invading everything with its synonymy to all things dense and
headache-y. My eyelids are heavy forcing my head to stare
at scuffed Reeboks, the reflection of light in the linoleum, and the glum worn-out
blue that is absolutely everywhere. Even the bookseller’s cheery attempt to ply
me with his knowledge of Cinderella stories seemed drawn and strained.
11:40, 2:00, 4:00… “THE
SALT LAKE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT IS CLOSED” due to the ice storm that sent surprised
business men and students alike, plus every other early morning traveler,
slipping and sliding down their front porches this morning. I’d like to see the slow motion montage of
the compilation of these falls. There
must be grace, there could be romance, inside the minute detailing of these falls…
they don’t say “head over heels in love” unsystematically or without some sort of implied sensation.
The people here drag their convenient roller
suitcases behind them with brows furrowed and pale grey faces. The only show of
vigor from these living corpses comes when lunging at the long-sought after strip
of faux-leather to stake their claim to… which ironically is only marginal
in
comfort. Jokes on you, seat poachers. These chairs, plus the state-of-the-art
climate control, heat up your posterior side while keeping your front iceberg
freezing. There, suspended between two
worlds, you try to remember what comfort feels like.
"Joseph Pielichaty’s Blue Skies, a collection of sky photos clipped from the travel section. A portable vacation." |
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