Airports and Mass-Transit Too: Globally Interconnected Simulacra of Hollow Escapism or Globally Interconnected Simulacra of Eventual Betterment?

What Carmen Did Today If You Can Call It That:

Woke up in the big city.  Ate a breakfast sandwich specially made by Sarah Ramirez. Dragged his big, wheelie suitcase across nearly all of Manhattan.  Felt his eyeballs freeze over in the cold.  Sat in Class for 3 hours.  Earned 4 credits.  Ate Lenny's.  Got stared at by an A-train full of black people for using his wheelie suitcase as a chair.  Rode on something called the AIR-TRAIN.  Found his mommy and Noni in a for-the-most-part eerily deserted airport and hugged them both and said hello!  Enjoyed a motorized walkway.  Waited at the terminal with a vociferous elderly adventure club of some sort, a woman who trained her 30 exotic birds to be self-sufficient in her absence.  a 50ish German couple who appeared to be on heavy tranquilizers.   Saw an Asian woman drag her Asian son across the terminal with a leash that the Asian woman had attached her Asian son to.  Bought 3 $4 soda-pops.  Called Sarah, "Hello Sarah."  Called Poppie because he had his clogged artery scraped clean.  Waited out the 3-terminal long line to board the plane.  Saw first-class and its oversized children's car seats.  Traded seats with a woman who spoke Gerglish.  Sat on the tarmac for an hour because the conveyer-belt/go-cart froze.  Participated in a pre-departure seance performed by Noni.  Watched through a porthole window a plane take of at 1°F.  Saw a bilingual, Gerglish speaking woman get real into Nights in Rodanthe.  Failed to sleep for the entirety of the 8 hour plane ride.  "Flew" over the Atlantic Ocean at 666mph at -65°F.  Rode the world's largest motorized walkway in the world's largest airport to great effect.  Thought the Frankfurt Airport in Germany was a real downer.  Took a bus to a new, super small plane.  Rode the small plane for 2.5 hours to Florence.  Didn't sleep really at all during the 2.5 hours.  Got on a shiny bus straight from the airplane stairs that drove 20 feet to the airport entrance.  Got a restaurant recommendation and rundown of the history of Florence for the past thousand years or so from a limo-bus driver named Fabricio.  Checked into mommy's hotel that reeked of fecal matter.  Drank an $11 Sprite.  Began to lose grip on reality due to sleeplessness.  Tried to contact NYU in a number of fashions and failed.  Enlisted the help of an abrupt, non-English speaking taxi driver.  Rode with the taxi-driver/Noni/mommy to two very pretty but wrong places and then the right one.  Checked in in ablated Italian.  Met his roommates.  Moved in.  Fell asleep in Italy the end.