Sterile America
One of the nice things about coming home from travel abroad is that you see your home anew. The overwhelming thing I noticed upon coming back from India is just how clean and protected we are.
I've been to California, Florida and Puerto Rico in the two weeks since coming back and I've noticed my hotel room walls were dotted with sprinklers systems, smoke alarms for the deaf and carbon monoxide detectors. Caution or instructional signs were as numerous as windows in just about every building I entered. The textures and residue of life was wiped clean from everything.
In the span of two nights I saw four different men riding four different zamboni-type floor cleaners around. Aside from the silly look of those things, It struck me as remarkable overkill.
In George Bush International Airport (I just love saying that) I made this little diptych that feebly attempts to convey my smooth and sterile environment. The sign to the right of that door reads, "Please Do Not Block Doorway." As if that might somehow happen. In the upper left of the dual water fountain photo is an orange electrical outlet. Eight feet up. Go figure.
This is all pretty subtle stuff but it shines brightly upon my return.
Take pictures.
I've been to California, Florida and Puerto Rico in the two weeks since coming back and I've noticed my hotel room walls were dotted with sprinklers systems, smoke alarms for the deaf and carbon monoxide detectors. Caution or instructional signs were as numerous as windows in just about every building I entered. The textures and residue of life was wiped clean from everything.
In the span of two nights I saw four different men riding four different zamboni-type floor cleaners around. Aside from the silly look of those things, It struck me as remarkable overkill.
In George Bush International Airport (I just love saying that) I made this little diptych that feebly attempts to convey my smooth and sterile environment. The sign to the right of that door reads, "Please Do Not Block Doorway." As if that might somehow happen. In the upper left of the dual water fountain photo is an orange electrical outlet. Eight feet up. Go figure.
This is all pretty subtle stuff but it shines brightly upon my return.
Take pictures.
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