You’re sitting in a hotel room. It’s like every other hotel room you’ve stayed in on work travel, except the air is a little more stale than you remember. Your eyes ache from too little sleep and too much caffeine. The jetlag will wear off just in time for you to travel back and start all over again.
Perhaps you should work on your talk. Perhaps you should go get some food. Perhaps you should go outside. It might get rid of the feeling that you’re trapped in a box where nothing is real. Also there might be food there. Food would be good.
Outside, the pavements are wide but there’s no-one on them. The street boasts a strange mix of huge high rise towers and tiny clapboard houses with palm trees poking up between them. Maybe this is where they got the idea for Up. The air is cool but not cold, and you start to feel a little better. You find a place selling Mexican food. You hope it will be better than the MacDonald’s next door. It isn’t.
It’s dark, and you walk back on the empty streets. Tomorrow will be full of new people. You hope there will be someone you know. It’s weird if there isn’t. You’re too old for starting all over again. But sometimes you have to do it anyway. You need to put your game face on.
Perhaps you should work on your talk.