Dulles-Airway(s): Man Dried Thesis*

A portrait of an Earth-prince whose airways-transit journal draws a 'dark-magic' ideation of nonhuman data.

A transit daydream inspired loosely by Airport 79 (Alain Delon).

DISCLAIMER: I've no 'formal/official' ties or reference-history with the mentioned United States airport in this work of culture-storytelling (fiction) and present this only/simply as an 'ideation' of Earth-transit descent. 

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Amlan Satan was at the Dulles-International (Airport) to travel from the United States (North America) to Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and thought about the ideations that made his love of airport-lounge pocket-magnet self-chess play during terminal-waiting (patience) a reflection of Earth-grid imagination and sanity, but he'd discover he was wrong! Follow along.

AMLAN SATAN: The interior(s) of Dulles (DC) are quite impressive, with walkways of maintenance-IQ and service-excellence!

He'd been a princely inheritor of fortunes but spent cyber-intelligence labors/time dissecting blood-diamond infiltration tracks/labyrinths with Interpol-office(s) relations all over Europe and North America and found himself in Dulles (DC) for this off-work time to write notes in his cyber-diary/tablet regarding the existentialist feeling of an airport-visit and why even he, a liberal Catholic-man of Algerian origin(s), found modern social-media ideations/chats/posts (e.g., Facebook!) re-presentative of transit-metaphysics or 'dark' magic. He'd become a cyber-storyteller and thought about this at Dulles (DC).

AMLAN SATAN: Well, here's that handy-dandy/nifty terminal-diagram to get me to where I need to be for my flight-wait.

He sat down appropriately at the Dulles lounge of the KLM terminal area and decided to enjoy some nice piping cheese-soup while waiting for his flight to the UK and thought about post-9/11 era commercial-highway securities stabilizing modern man consciousness regarding the right and happiness to travel by air in good safety (and liberties!). This is when things started to get interesting for Satan.

AMLAN SATAN: I'd been happily playing chess against myself with my handy pocket-magnet set when an invisible Martian whispered in my ear, "You can draw a stalemate/draw (no-win decision) game against me, Earth-prince, to warrant a more 'serious' existential daydream about your species-IQ regarding transit-security rights and sovereignty justification!" which made me instantly wonder if this 'hallucination' of 'alien-visitation' had become some Dulles (airport!) note about the nature of universal games or democracy.

Fortunately, 'Prince Amlan' was indeed a great chess-player (secretly) and drew an effective stalemate/draw against the 'invader-alien' from Mars who played with telekinetic power invisibly so only Amlan Satan knew it. Afterwards, the alien informed the Earth-prince that he'd (secretly) resign himself to the Earth deep-ocean abyss as a self-exiled isolationist to pursue his study of human civilization media with tech-toys after the chess-stalemate had 'persuaded' him to think/believe that man forged his own 'paths of glory' and transit-existentialism for environmental democracy, since after all, the Earth-prince (Amlan Satan) managed to 'serve' as a righteous/intuitive chess-strategy thinking 'political' diplomat with the alien. All Amlan Satan thought to himself now was, "I think I'll see some movie on the plane about the 'experience(s)' of human transit as they relate to the conscious management of airways-dragons!"

This experience of a random thoughtful human Earth passenger of the transit-system revealed a special and even magical or perhaps/arguably 'dark-quality' of airways-travel(s). You see, what Satan discovered was the 'light(s)' of security in transit and the ideations of nonhuman experiences in Earth-travel as they related to the 'cinema' of global democracy! It was a 'tune' for modern civilization distance(s).

ALIEN: That puny human won't ever know if he'd failed to wrought stalemate against me, he'd have doomed his Earth (ha)!

DIARY-ENTRY: When I get to Northern Ireland (UK), the first thing I'll shop for is a 'fantastic' trophy of stained-glass transit-art!

Was Dulles (DC) the 'right-dome' for Amlan Satan's transit-journal regarding the 'dark-magic' of Earth-transit? Why not? After all, it'd become an arena for private forms of transit-journalism! Maybe he really did play chess against that eerie Martian who claimed he'd be going to the Earth-ocean abyss as an isolationist-student after the stalemate. Maybe Amlan Satan would use this 'daydream' to erect his special airways-transit consciousness story/novel about the 'quality' of Earth-hospitality. What's beyond doubt is that humans all think of the 'greatness' of secured transit-destiny.

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