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Transience
Adrian Slonaker
The hesitating, awkward pause wedged insecurely between a well-trodden past and a startlingly blank future,
a corridor of sterile bland anybodiness-or nobodiness-bridging two cocoons of warm, toasty belonging,
punctuated by hotel rooms, bus stations, train depots, airports and service professionals with pasted, salaried smiles-
of check-in, check-out, departure and arrival times.
of security and shuttles and vending machines and chemical-scented public toilets and your whole life bundled in neatly-or sloppily-arranged bags.
A state of strange psychological homelessness in which your predominant identity is that of passenger,
of guest,
of stranger,
of fleeting shadow in the faceless parade of booked and ticketed human flux.
