The Way Home / In the Burbank Airport
There’s a moustachioed man at the Burbank Airport reading Jared Diamond’s Guns, Germs, and Steel, adorning a UC San Diego t-shirt. Behind him the people shuffle: a young women reminiscent of Jean Seberg and the French New Wave, somebody in crutches holding a pink bag.
I look up and he has switched books already. I knew it couldn’t last. The intellectualism of the American is a contradiction. I gush resentment toward this thought as a wheelchaired older woman forces my gaze to these words and I feel silly continuing.
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