20 Aug 2012
It was 6:30am and I was waiting for my flight to Los Angeles at the Honolulu International Airport. I wandered around the empty airport looking for breakfast and found myself locked out of all the shops.
It was then I realized how depressing those gift shops looked when not in use. Perfectly lit displays with smiling advertisements and bursting with colors, barricaded from the public. What a cold scene it was, this shopper's paradise behind prison.