The field recordings and photographs I made for this project revolved around what, at the time, seemed like an endless air travel journey back home to Phoenix, Arizona. It was endless, and indeed tedious, because, well, I wasn’t in the air, but instead, on the ground. Flying from Champaign, Illinois to Dallas Fort-Worth, we were “grounded” due to extreme weather. One could get to Phoenix, but it would not be until the next day – election day, and then time was spent on the eve of the election in the air and then in the Los Angeles International Airport – LAX. It seemed strangely fitting that on this pivotal day in American life, I would be trapped in omnitopia for the night, in the terminal space of generic environments and atomized interactions that were designed for continual movement, wherein things had come to a grinding halt. As me and my sleep deprived brain tried to process the situation, all I was left with was the possibility to record my surrounds, to observe in sight and sound what I could as I walked, and sat, and waited, and flew.