I love how small airports make me feel. I’ve been to a few over the past years. Faroe Islands, Oulu in Lapland, Bodo in Norway—they were all quite small, some smaller than others. At Oulu, I’ve also been the last passenger to step out of the airport because the airport was closing. It felt like the world paused briefly, leaving only the sound of the freezing wind outside.
Small airports are a reflection of remote towns and the lives that unfold there. The world exists without the chaos, and it’s humbling to witness. It’s hard to explain how that makes you feel—knowing that there are parallel universes existing within our small Earth. These places have a rhythm of their own, untouched by the frantic pace of major cities. There’s a serenity in that, a reminder that life doesn’t have to be all noise and urgency.
Memos by Sooraj 