Willful exercise cut me off, jumped me into old places and new timelines, and jumpcut me into roles I’m unsure I recognize: first, the out-of-towner hearing the radio station spinning the same format decades later; next, the prodigal son eating fatted calf and seaweed salad, neither surf nor turf.

A centered shot of people mover sidewalks carrying travelers with rolling suitcases along either side of a traveler walking hers between two floor-reflected rows of overhead ceiling lights on the way to an airport terminal.

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