DA's Ephemera and Etceteras

Sitting in Pearson airport, day one of travels to Cuba for the next five days.
Airports remind me of long term care facilities. Everything is carefully cleansed of anything that might identify where you actually are, the floors are shiny enough to disturb the vision, and large hallways open to large hallways and sliding doors and occasional art of the generic variety.
We’re just passing through and I’m still relatively oriented, but I do wonder what the effect of all this large shiny emptiness is on the employees over time. Do they get pale and shiny, too?
From what some Canadians think is the centre of their universe, DA out.