The individual to curse the whole?
Perhaps to curse its diversity?
Or be at home?
It was a flight hub in middle earth. A small country with few citizens. Yet, in comparison, the amount of people in the airport was totally out of proportions. And these were a vivid mixture, mainly from the three continents.
Others were showing way much more flesh. An expression of freedom? In their case, they were completely sealing their feminine behind an iron wall of mind and thoughts, leaving no trace of it, not even in the exposed flesh.
He noticed a mixed pair setting near the airport windows. They were totally in themselves touching and flirting. They did not seem to know boredom, they did not seem to have enough of their being.
Two guys came and sat near him. One of them started talking on the mobile. Abruptly, close by, a tall slim guy made a strong unsatisfied sound while taking a determined leave.
A beautiful girl, perhaps from south-east Asia, sat against him. She had a sweet warm smile, a fresh fragile laugh, and an inviting openness. So heartily, so pure. She was at home.
Travelling in such a book, there is no need to wait for the after life. Heaven is here and now. And with such diversity, even hell is here and now. Your wish upon a star.