North America | United States of America (USA) | Great Lakes | Illinois | Chicago – O’Hare
My flight is boarding at 12:00 Chicago time, which is more or less, one oclock in the time we are in now. I was going to try and write a quick page, but I think if I were to try and do so, be quick about it and rush it, it would just be all wrong. I am sitting in the tube, at Chicago OHare, and if you want surreal, this is the closest you can come. I feel like I am trapped somewhere in between a George Orwell novel, and well, some neon future city scape. There is this pleasant mans voice that keeps repeating, The moving walkway is now ending, please look down. Over and over and over, but it is in this voice that is somewhere beween more anoying, and a monotone professor, lulling you to sleep. It really is, as this one passer by just put it, awesome. I have had a weird time this morning. They, becuase of security reasons, are just about strip seaching you now, patting you down right down to the balls. Of course they use the back of their hands, as if that makes it any better. He even made a point of telling me, I am about to feel you balls with the back of my hand. I dont know if he used that wording, but it was somethin to that effect. That was more out of a George Orwell movie than this attempt at a future world, of peaceful voices and neon lights ever will be. It was so humiliating, standing there in front of the food court, with everyone watching the people goign through the checkpoint. Everyone that has just passed putting on shoes, and tucking in thier shirts. The computer clock says 12:59, but the clock here in the airport says 11:39. According to this I just gained an extra, extra twenty minutes. I am noticing that there are a lot of japanese people, and a lot of asian people all around me. I dont know if I am jus tpaying more attention now, I am sure that is what it is. I was on the plane with this guy that sat nd talked in the stucent center with. He is Korean, so I told him about my friend in Korea, and now he is on my flight, and we are both going to Tokyo, and then Korea together. He had his family with him, there were about ten of them. That is really cool. I am going to ask for his phone number, and maybe he can show me a little of the Korea that he knows. It is always the best at understanding the locals perspectives of the area. That is how I met Tony. He was a New York, New Yorker. Not all of these fancy ivy league school people, that sat around arguing about who was more New York. He didnt care, he didnt even understand that he was from New York, he just was. It is like me being from a littl farm town, or you being from where you are from. Have we decided who you are. Am I writing to you, as if you are someone reading this, an outsider? Or is the you I am refering to really me, just in the third person. Or a little bit of both. I am only going to be able to write until this clock gets to five till, because I am still goign to try and go to this little laptop express place right next to me, and get it printed out. I should have time. My plane doesnt really leave until 12:45, but I still need to pee, print it out, find a post office, and get boarded. Plus, Ireally dont want to be one of those people running down the middle of the airport, so lost and behind, and late, and wondering if they are going to catch their planes or not. So I should go now. I will leave early, and maybe send a second half of this out from Tokyo when I get there. Of course, I might not considering I really dont know the language, or anything that is going on. Wow, just thinking about it washed me with a big wave of fear. This is goign to be interesting. Zya matta.