I feel like I am wandering around in a fog. I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’m going, and for the last few months, I can’t really recall where I’ve been.
It may not have been the downward economy and layoffs that have been pushing me under. It was in the steady march of the status quo that I had grown all too comfortable in.
He is fleeing everything that saddens him, and he makes a special effort to think of the airport as a place of rebirth, or at least birth.