Airports make me a little delusional. When I’m stomping down to gate 56 with my carry-on wheeling behind me, the terminal becomes my catwalk. I make brisk eye contact with people as I fly past, leaving them in my wake to think, “Who is that mysterious person? Which exotic location is she off to?” I mean, in reality it’s 6am in the
Opal City
The shaky hand-cam footage shows Mattia Panunzio sitting on a jerry-rigged wooden board, dangling from two cables, and slowly being lowered into darkness. The hole is a cylindrical shaft, not much wider than a human body, dropping 23 metres into the
