LAX

11:00: Up and down the terminal. Up and down.

11: 30: No amount of eye drops will soothe my eyes.

Midnight. I’m pacing the length of the terminal to keep myself awake.

12:30 In Terminal five, or is it six? Of LAX people move about line the notes of a complex melody. Fast and slow. Here all direction. And there none.

Heard while boarding my flight to Lafayette:

“I done had myself a day.”