"The best part about airports lies in what they symbolise. Airports are places of bookends: new beginnings and long-awaited endings, arrivals and departures, hellos and goodbyes. We start in one city to end in another hundreds or thousand miles away. You enter from a desert and exit into a blizzard. In from winter, out into summer. In from familiarity, out into something completely foreign. Or vice versa. An airport is a place of transit, and not just geographically. I wish there was some sort of time-lapse to show how people change between departures and arrivals. When I arrive back home from being away, I'm never the same person as when I left."

— Alex Brueckner

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Losing the star without a sky

Losing the reasons why

You're losing the calling that you've been faking

And I'm not kidding

It's damned if you don't

And it's damned if you do

Be true 'cause they'll lock you up

In a sad sad zoo

Oh hidy hidy hidy what cha tryin' to prove

By hidy hidy hiding you're not worth a thing

Sew your fortunes on a string

And hold them up to light

Blue smoke will take

A very violent flight

And you will be changed

Sand everything

And you will be in a very sad sad zoo.

I once was lost but now I'm found was blind

But now I see you

How selfish of you to believe

In the meaning of all the bad dreaming

Metal heart you're not hiding

Metal heart you're not worth a thing

Metal heart you're not hiding

Metal heart you're not worth a thing