occasionally when i look up at an airplane i wonder, in an envious kind of way, where are those people going?
it's the idea that they are going to any place but where i live.
likewise, when i'm in an airplane and look down at homes, i wonder, in an envious kind of way, would that be a great place to live?
it's the idea that it's any place but where i live.
the odd part is, when i'm not looking at airplanes or looking from airplanes, i'm as content as one can be about where i live.
so i guess if the next president wants to shut down all the airports, this is one person who'd be better off.
(look, i never claimed to think about things like normal folk.)
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