Standing here on my balcony, looking out at the twinkling lights of the Los Angeles International Airport flight corridor, I can’t help but think of what it must be like for the brave people aboard the planes coming in, eager for the sense of freedom and fresh starts a trip can bring. To be able to jump in a metal tube and find yourself in a new place many miles away is a freedom I wish I could experience without the subtle fear of weightlessness. The Norms restaurant sign glowing in the night makes me contemplate taking the plunge and buying a ticket – driving the triumvirate of nerve society out and away.
I haven’t taken a trip like that since 1990, and the idea of it still sounds exciting – to climb aboard a black triangle and gain access to the outer limits of my consciousness. But I digress, I can’t help but feel Fixin’ as I observed the planes coming in with that subtle feeling of jealousy coursing through my veins.
Some may feel this post is a mess, and I suppose, depending on the way you look at it, that could very well be true. But there is also a strange kind of beauty in what I have made, an unadulterated, uncorrected look into the way I see things – and from here, that is all anyone can ask.
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