I found my little box of boarding passes.
This is two and a half years of my life in flights. About five or seven are missing – they are bookmarks, lost somewhere in my shelves.
This is me, distilled to visual soundbites.
What is even more odd, is that each of these pieces of paper represents at least 3 hours I spent in the air. About half of these flights were over 10hrs. That’s how much of my life I spend NOWHERE, suspended in NO-TIME.