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An Italian-American citizen who is not very much of either but lives in Rome, anyway, and is not really sure where she's going next or if she's going at all.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Recurring Daydream

10:00PM Halloween night. Waxing moon. Partly Cloudy. Cool. Sitting in a window seat inspecting the wings for cracks or loose pieces. Nervously. iPod engaged. Baby it's Alllllllllll Right Now (Free) blasting. Watching the air traffic controllers move across the gravel like airport-house-figurines beneath the plane's enormous wheels, waving neon signals in the air, the plane decompresser making that ssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh noise ---- i'm almost there, i'm almost gone, i'm going, going...

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

...Uncertain future. Untouchable past. The feeling that you have no control over anything in your life and therefore no reason to worry about anything for the next few hours. I love that feeling. And then you look around the plane and wonder if the other passengers are thinking the same thing.

2/29/2008 10:58 PM  

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