There is a kind of magic in hopping on a plane in what feels like the middle of the night, to go to a place where you\u2019re not required to do anything but be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we fly across the globe, the sunrise chases us, but never quite catches us – caught the land of the night for as long as we can fly.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The darkness of the cabin, the hum of air rushing past, people sleeping or watching screens.
There is the occasional click of a seat strap, people softly walking to the bathroom.
On one screen is Forrest Gump, another shows a Disney animated film.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There is a strangeness in escaping to the dream behind the screen, when one is already in a waking dream, travelling to a world that is a dream. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is a kind of magic in hopping on a plane in what feels like the middle of the night, to go to a place where you\u2019re not required to do anything but be. As we fly across the globe, … Continue reading