The Waiting Room of Life

Sitting in the Lounge in KL airport (one of the nicest airports in the world) for the minutes to tick by to board my flight for London.  It struck me that it is like living in suspended animation; outside time and space waiting for the  flight call.  A bit like Sartre’s waiting room and his definition of existential bad faith.  Unreal disconnected world, however comfortable the seats!

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