Thought for Food

July 23, 2010

Rerouted

A photo essay.

(Bear with me. I got 1 hour sleep, tops.)

Fresh paint (time elapsed: 10 minutes).

The last precious snacks.

A 2 am photoshoot?

My wheelchair. It was comfortable.

In layover limbo since 6 am. Daughter reads a mystery novel; mother, the Bible.

Endless.

Red-eyed at 3 am.

We all seek comfort. (Moments later a security guard made them put their wheelchairs back where they found them. I ran outside to find mine. It was there. I laughed out loud with relief. In times of uncertainty, we cling to what little we have.)

Carousels.

A wary eye on the security cameras, I pulled this tablecloth off the table, bundled it, carried it to a cushioned bench, wrapped myself up in it, and tried let the polyester lull me to sleep. But I was fitful; I kept hearing what I thought were security guards on their Segways, coming for me, and the stolen (borrowed!) tablecloth.

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