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at wits’ end

08 Jun

The best part of today was watching a plane cross the sky at 5.30 in the morning while waiting for the tram, its golden tail following the silver bird like two parallel lines meeting at infinity.

Nothing relaxes me more than thinking that I am up there, above the clouds, where the hands of the clock can’t reach me, traveling to nowhere, having no one waiting for me, and not having to worry about that.

Corny levels have risen up to dangerous levels. Time to abort post!

 
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Posted by on June 8, 2010 in jurnal

 

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2 responses to “at wits’ end

  1. ser

    June 9, 2010 at 4:39 pm

    Of course it could very well be that your travel companions are crowding you in your seat, you feel claustrophobic, the plane engine noise is deafening, the toilets… unusable, food horrible etc. Your flight could leave you wishing that you were well within the reach of a Clock’s hands, any clock, and you could find yourself, upon arrival in Nowhere, worried about and looking for Somewhere.

    Perspective makes corny funny.

     
  2. Wild-Goose Chaser

    June 9, 2010 at 6:28 pm

    Well, I guess corny, like everything else, is in the eye of the beholder. Question is… next time when I’ll be looking at a plane will it again help me get rid of my multiple, overlapped anxieties, or will I picture a flying can filled with people and get hit by a fresh wave of claustrophobia?: ) Time to place your bets: ).

     

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