July 28, 2016:

To me it seems odd that people sit so close. The entire waiting area is empty yet little Jimmy Hairy Legs sits two seats away, rustling the wrapper of his airport hamburger.

Herding, perhaps. The atavistic instinct to group for protection, like bison, or cows.

I feel unsafe in these groups. That they block my freedom to flee in whatever random direction proves necessary.

And they intrude into my attention. Jimmy Hairy Legs lights up a video on his cell phone, audio track insistent. Time for me to find another corner.