Flying long distance on an airplane can leave a kid like me a little disoriented. Maybe it's the meals served at odd hours, maybe it's the seeming sterility of the plane's interior, maybe it's the awful films they play, or maybe it's the plane's ability to break out of the terrestrial headlock, provide staff that can ask me if I want coffee in more languages than I can understand, and then deposit me somewhere in a previously seen hour.
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part of the pukiness for me is from the stale air and thinking of the thousands of anonymouns tired people who've sat in my seat before me and grimaced through the flight. was looking up people who liked henry green and yours was the first blog to pop up.
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