by Christopher Stolle Everyone here is in the middle of something. We’ve come from different places and we’re headed somewhere after this. People talk incessantly, voices blending into hummingbird murmurs. They reminisce about previous trips and decide how to get to their hotels and discuss how best to solve myriad conundrums— an existential exercise in folly and futility. But these imperfect strangers find commonality in this singular activity. They converse politely despite knowing they’ll never see each…
