How often I've been to this airport, finally staying rather than just passing through. Entering one of these troughs to take the loderunner-esque train to the terminal feels like I'm finally crossing that border. Am I really entering a dimly lit, dystopic world of upbeat pre-recorded voices and LCD digital displays from the 70s as the train to the terminal suggests? "Release the doors. You are holding up the train" says the voice at every stop, quick to blame one of the many people boarding. Something makes me wonder if and how this impatience of the machines at the gate of this city will play out in other ways within it.
Experience of this border
Location of border
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JFK Airport, NY, United States