Sitting in the South Bend airport, I feel veritably assaulted by the wave of placelessness. Staring down the daunting prospect of four hours, I debate whether or not I should leave. Leaving an airport does feel somewhat untoward, like walking backwards through a door. Airports are less places than non-places.
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Sitting in the South Bend airport, I feel veritably assaulted by the wave of placelessness. Staring down the daunting prospect of four hours, I debate whether or not I should leave. Leaving an airport does feel somewhat untoward, like walking backwards through a door. Airports are less places than non-places.