Shuffling for the prize of ... Access?

February 29, 2016.

Just arrived to Istanbul on my own before Leyre flies in tonight. When approaching passport security, the winding line seemed to never end. As layers of colored ethnicities were being woven, it felt almost as though we were cattle being shuffled back and forth, only to be judged for prize. The only difference was that there were no judges and we were categorizingly analyzing each other. Each 180 degree turn just meant you were to be presented with the same 50 people for the next 10 meters...how entertaining. 

Feeling like cattle because we have decided to separate, categorize, decipher ourselves of being different from others. I didn't say, 'the rest' for a reason. Even though we all live in one world, we don't treat it that way. There is a lot of beauty from this world yet, in this case, it's only the act of division. Because we are mere nationalities, the color of our passport or birth 'right' deciphers the stamped stereotype, but more importantly, the final judgement.