why this queasy stomach each time i am to board a plane? what's the worst that can happen? flesh ripped off the face with the force of shrapnel or wind? what else? bring it all on. skin burnt till limbs are stiff black twigs? being bodily gone from the life of lovers? exploding midair without having done one single worthwhile thing? what else? what else? i saw the worst, in slow graphic detail, and fear slipped away. the landing was less than graceful, but i am not scared of flying anymore.
overcast afternoon, evening of violent thunderstorms, night split by bolts of lightning. this entry accompanied by natural theatrics has become matter of course. if there is no untimely thunder or lightning or flood, there is a stray riot or tsunami or blast. amazing. must watch where one lets the veil touch down.