I wanted to write a story about a man sitting in a airport,
on a bench in a departure and arrival hall.
Thinking about who he might be, a pilot, a passenger,
or a terrorist wanting to blow up the evil western world.
Or maybe just someone waiting to pick someone up.
I would describe how he felt with all those planes filled with people were coming down and taking off.
How he felt with so many people passing by him, did he get hungry, did he eat somewhere or buy something at a Duty-free shop.
But i failed to think up a plot for this story that i wanted to write.
Maybe the man was just waiting for his flight..
Or just maybe..
He was a evil scientist that turned himself into a half-robot-half-dinosaur-humanoid?
Set out to take over the world by pulling up our underwear way above our heads and hanging us from the stars.
on a bench in a departure and arrival hall.
Thinking about who he might be, a pilot, a passenger,
or a terrorist wanting to blow up the evil western world.
Or maybe just someone waiting to pick someone up.
I would describe how he felt with all those planes filled with people were coming down and taking off.
How he felt with so many people passing by him, did he get hungry, did he eat somewhere or buy something at a Duty-free shop.
But i failed to think up a plot for this story that i wanted to write.
Maybe the man was just waiting for his flight..
Or just maybe..
He was a evil scientist that turned himself into a half-robot-half-dinosaur-humanoid?
Set out to take over the world by pulling up our underwear way above our heads and hanging us from the stars.
Or he was a dentist.
I hate dentists..
