tour 2005 – solo
SEPTEMBER 19 2005
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Status: The current crumble
After a 5 hour layover in los angeles, lax, it feels like I have already flown a full day.
Starting point was Tucson. Temperature was 99 degrees.
Fall was in the air. Sounds funny to you, but it was there.
Now I am currently housed in row 38
By the sheer odds of too much air travel, I have been allocated an entire row on this 12 hour flight.
It’s a sand bar now.
4 seats all jammed with clutter muck. Mine.
I am headed to new Zealand.
That already makes no sense to me.
I have been sought out.
So I am going there.
When I tell whoever has already been there, they always react the same way: dramatic pause, light sigh, eyes a glisten, then the utterance in slight sacred mode;
“ you will love it there….. “
ok
I am going.
Then I am supposed to head to Australia, followed by japan.
What can I tell you so far ?
I can reveal only the tenacity of the sheer idea.
I am in the only row on this 747 with no windows.
So it adds nicely to the notion that I am not going anywhere at all.
Sand bar 38 ….seat G
Being at LAX for 5 hours was diminishing.
An odd missingness of the cozy clamor and clatter of scatter land back home
Amazing how such opposites kick like that.
Sick of home one minute, then home sick the next
What is wrong with me
?
the next phenomenon will be the eye moistening up at the in-flight flicks. Why this happens is still a mystery. But it comes into play with every overseas flight. Something happens up here. The lack of gravity, maybe, has its way with the juices. I get weirdly overwhelmed by crap sentiment. Tears form. What the hell ?
anyhow… ‘monsters in law’ is on at the moment, I have to turn it off. It is just too moving. ‘house of wax’ is actually on another channel, but I remember how it upset amy and Jessica (exceptional neighboring unclettes) and will attempt to boycott.
Ok
The aussie flight attendants are already winning me over
They are the proper measure of stature and relaxed form
Good thing
I feel old in a way….but not that way
I feel possessed by an old ghost who suffered greatly on a splintered boat crossing the atlantic coming to America.
I like it when it makes no sense like that.
But I am soggy with this ghost’s emotional baggage
Ok then
I will attempt to dissuade it to ride along any further…it better he/she gets off about here anyway…. Miles above the pacific, in a dark shift of the globe, barely visible to the passing arc of angles or graze of outer special glint
We are but a piece of lint in the pocket of whatever is happening next
I hope
-howe