there was i on a plane. mobile phone off, laptop in bag. 14hr long haul ahead of me. and we’re off.

but there’s no connection. it’s a dark plane, only music in my head, a few video’s and documentaries later… sleeping passengers (at lunchtime) not talking. no interaction is going on at all aside from “would you like another water” “yes, i’d love to go pee 10 more times, sure”.

anxiety.

the sudden panic that things wont go to plan. won’t work when i land. won’t be in hand. i have a moment. i must connect. i can’t.

i write poems. i read. i watch TV (hmmmm). i cope.

what a world i live in. it’s connected. except in the air. beware!! xc