The Delicate Indestructibility Of Love
A little something I reflected on while waiting to board a plane
I’m leaving for Chicago today. That means I’ll be making a stop at LAX, the Los Angeles International Airport, a place that’s not really a place at all. It is, like every other large airport, merely a transit hub. Every moment spent there is like being thrust onto a conveyor belt inside a sprawling and ungainly machine.
There’s an elderly couple stopped …
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