Airport pickup areas usually smell like asphalt and shuttle-bus fumes, maybe a faint whiff of cigarette smoke or fast-food wrappers. The outside of terminal #1 at Austin airport is different. Like a wolf, I’m sniffing traces of soil, grass, leaves. I’d like to roam around during my stay here. Maybe drive down to the gulf, maybe the hill country.

I feel very badly for all those broken-hearted filmmakers who were hoping to make a splash at SXSW.