Friday, June 09, 2006
the reading light came on and i was startled out of my reverie.
"going home?"
I nodded to the american lady next to me.
"where are you headed to?"
"yogykarta. heard its a beautiful place"
"and where did you flyfrom?"
"yogykarta, its a beautiful place"
somehow, i understood.
she looked at me and i saw her lips move. the roar of the jet engines increased.
*ding* went the fasten seatbelt sign.
"what did you just say?"
"oh. are you heading home?"
"yeah. flying from home, to home."
"any luck?"
" i don't know what i'm looking for, and i still can't find it"
I shook my head.
"i hate flying"
she looked at me, surprised. " but you do it all the time"
"i need it to end. this journey is getting to be a pain in the ass. and the plane isn't touching down anytime soon"
she nodded.
I picked at my dried, salty fish with my plastic fork. the wailing of the baby 4 rows behind me started, on time.
she rolled her eyes.
"its that time again."
"dammit, the stupid baby. as if being in suspended animation, unable to eat drink and even sleep properly is bad enough. now this. everytime, at this time"
the stewardess flitted by, an ethereal shadow.
the fasten seatbelt tone sounded again- faster and faster and faster and faster. on cue, the engines picked up, increasing in intensity.
will somebody just shut that thing up? i've been shackled fast to the seat as soon as the plane took off not a wihle ago. i can't move i can't breathe i can't feel anything. i'm tired.arrrgggggh
and i opened my eyes as usual to the sound of my alarm clock going off; as usual its time to work. work work work. i hate my recurring nightmares.
"going home?"
I nodded to the american lady next to me.
"where are you headed to?"
"yogykarta. heard its a beautiful place"
"and where did you flyfrom?"
"yogykarta, its a beautiful place"
somehow, i understood.
she looked at me and i saw her lips move. the roar of the jet engines increased.
*ding* went the fasten seatbelt sign.
"what did you just say?"
"oh. are you heading home?"
"yeah. flying from home, to home."
"any luck?"
" i don't know what i'm looking for, and i still can't find it"
I shook my head.
"i hate flying"
she looked at me, surprised. " but you do it all the time"
"i need it to end. this journey is getting to be a pain in the ass. and the plane isn't touching down anytime soon"
she nodded.
I picked at my dried, salty fish with my plastic fork. the wailing of the baby 4 rows behind me started, on time.
she rolled her eyes.
"its that time again."
"dammit, the stupid baby. as if being in suspended animation, unable to eat drink and even sleep properly is bad enough. now this. everytime, at this time"
the stewardess flitted by, an ethereal shadow.
the fasten seatbelt tone sounded again- faster and faster and faster and faster. on cue, the engines picked up, increasing in intensity.
will somebody just shut that thing up? i've been shackled fast to the seat as soon as the plane took off not a wihle ago. i can't move i can't breathe i can't feel anything. i'm tired.arrrgggggh
and i opened my eyes as usual to the sound of my alarm clock going off; as usual its time to work. work work work. i hate my recurring nightmares.
