Flying home today from my ancestral homeland of Vermont to my adopted ancestral birthplace of Portland I  am amazed at the amount of conveyor belts at Newark Int’l Airport.

The airport is the most conveyor belt-dense region of the world of today, and it will only get more impressive according to the experts.  Eventually airports will have such extensive conveyor belt systems that every surface will be snaked back and forth with moving platforms littered with objects of all shape and size.  The conveyor belt will begin at your seat in the plane and convey you into the terminal once you land. Another conveyor belt will convey your luggage into your hand and perhaps a diet Coke because you will be parched from the dry air of the cabin. The conveyor belt will convey you to the bathroom and to the urinal where it will convey your fly open and convey your hand to the flushing device once finished. The conveyor belt will lead you to the parking garage and into your car, and then it will convey your car out of the garage, onto the highway, onto the correct exit ramp, through the sidestreets and into your driveway.  Meanwhile it will run very close and parallel to hundreds of other conveyor belts conveying hundreds of other cars which are themselves conveying perhaps thousands of half-sleeping travelers. The conveyor belt will convey you into your darkened house, into a warm shower, into the waiting bed and finally into a dream of a world completely foreign to war.