I wrote this sitting at Gate C2 of Hamad International Airport in Doha, during transit. It was incredible how busy the place was, even at 2-ish am when we landed. By 6am, the bustle was in full swing. 7 hours flight and not much sleep made thinking about prompts difficult so this was the result.
6am: Hamad International Airport
Is as bustling as Bangkok's night markets.
Crossing time zones feels like love.
An enigma. You don't realise it
But something changes - the air
Is either colder or warmer
That internal sense of time which regulates
Everyday functions and schedules
No longer works.
Dissonance: day and night
Blur into each other.
Time is just a word, the brain
Saying one thing, the body
I'm halfway around the world's circumference
Tracking the sun. Another flight, another crossing