The Art of Travel

If we find poetry in the service station and the motel, if we are drawn to the airport or the train carriage, it is perhaps because, despite their architectural compromises and discomforts, despite their garish and harsh lighting, we implicitly feel that these isolated places offer us a material setting for an alternative to the selfish ease, the habits of confinement of the ordinary, rooted world.

The Art of Travel, Page 58

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