The Mystery of Flight
Flying vapors carried him home and in a week-long instant returned him to the land of the sand sea. Mysterious wings and ten thousand meters of nothing lay between as he floated above the frozen lands of Rus, Vikings, Celts, Wabenaki. There and back again and there and back again and yet he still remained… there.
This mystery made possible by capital: adrift above a world where so much went to so few, where people struggled for work and life, as distant above them floated those glutted with comfort, food, entertainment.
Back in the land of the sand sea, hard men fought and twisted metal bars and poured artificial stone into shapes that would sit for centuries, whether water would give them life or not. And in the land of the other, creators of distant wars of choice muttered lies and deceits and steadily twisted what had been into acrid, cruel stone. Could it ever be returned?
posted by BarfUser | 7:24 PM
2 Comments:
I'm always amazed when I fly. I really like the different perspective, and I think travelling is always worth it, but the truth of the matter is that the physical experience of flying makes me fairly anxious. It's good for me though: I'm a control freak and flying is humbling. It's impmortant to say, "you can't always be in control, and no, there is nothing you can do in this situation."
We want updates we want updates! Holla!
Post a Comment
<< Home