De Botton says he often goes to Heathrow when feeling sad to find solace in the sights of travel.
"The constant calls of the screens, some accompanied by the impatient pulsing of a cursor, suggest with what ease our seemingly entrenched lives might be altered, were we to walk down a corridor and on to a craft that in a few hours would land us in a place of which we had no memories and where no one knew our names."The false promises of travel.
You could do the same thing of course by jumping on an unfamiliar bus route and staying until the end. That's enough to jolt you out of the ordinary. (In Iris, John Bayley describes how he and his wife Iris Murdoch used to do this.)
In the 20 odd years, I lived in Shepherds Bush, I never took the 260 to Golders Green...Ridiculous.
