Camping in Airports: A Modest Design Proposal

I’ve slept on the floor of at least twenty airports, many of them more than once. The worst was probably Dakar, Senegal, where I had to bribe my way to a room with a solitary plastic chair guarded by a swarm of mosquitoes.

Rome was also surprisingly awful. I’m not sure if I was expecting a maid to drop in with gelato at 3am, but I wasn’t expecting a janitor to try to rob me. I shook it off in the morning and headed to the lounge for a desperately-needed shower.

I don’t know if there’s a best a...