August 12, 2016:
Middle-aged women with Texas accents, talking breakfast. South Asian families milling in fatigue, blocking foot traffic. Airport porters pushing wheelchairs exactly where I'm about to step. I'm feeling brittle and short-tempered: everyone bothers me today.
People flag their Instagram posts incorrectly. Active duty Army boys act like douchetards. Some fellow with a very loud voice carries on his business call for what feels like days. I feel as though I haven't slept, although I have.
More than anything else, I don't want to go where I'm going.