An Airport is the perfect volatile mix of people in a huge hurry and people with nothing to do for hours.

The Airport is a place that has seen more sincere kisses than wedding halls.

An Airport is a nonplace where you can wear sweatpants, big headphones, and a neckpillow while drinking a beer at 6am and not be judged.

Airport is a destination to which we proceed with haste so that we can glance at our watches for the next two and a half hours.

The Border is the scar of history.

A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.

The Border is strategically important — When the lips are gone the teeth are cold.

A Border is established so there is something to fight about.

The Bridge is not always possed of an other side. Crossing is all that matters.

A Bridge is literally a bridge through space and time.

A Bridge is a hallway

A Bridge has no allegiance to either side.