Newark

Outside New York (Manhattan) is New Jersey, close to this is Newark. Even closer to this is Newark Airport (just learned it’s actually not in the same city as Newark – they just share the same name). It is the most depressing and sad place on earth. Doubtlessly. It’s like sadness and nothingness got contained in the same building and when they realized that no one wants to go here voluntarily, they’d force them. And since there were no buildings that wanted to be close to it either, some bright ass decided to put up airstrips. And called it an airport.

When you walk through the aisles (you have to, in order to get to your gate – don’t worry all the gates are all in one huge depressing room) you see nothing but sadness. People you meet, greet, the ones who work there, from the check in staff, to the “restaurant” people, to the ones selling sandwiches to the regular airport personnel, to the bank lady, to the cleaners, they all share the exact same reluctance towards life as they know it. Every day, every second they regret their lack of discipline in school and hate the fact that they all have to face the consequences here, now, at Newark Airport. They regret their career decision. Every day. And shows it to you. Without hesitation. The only ones you can depict some sort of proof of life from are the flight crew who are about to take off.