Unfamiliar faces blend, like duty-free whisky. Geography lessons on digital screens, Arabica beans before dawn. Unread messages lie in wait, for the red-eyed, blue pin-stripe suits. Nondescript seats welded together, too close for comfort it seems. Vacuous glances lacking connection like wine cellar Wi-Fi down below ground. Imagine, imagine, departure lounge sounds bottled as cold, stainless steel grey. Invisible baggage weighs heavier than hushed horizontal rockets outside. "Any more rubbish?" they ask before the descent but it's buried too deep inside.