It was a long enough trip. 12:40 a.m.
flight to Minneapolis, 3-hour layover,
then 2 more hours or so to Columbus.
Sarah and her father had just arrived
at Arrivals to meet me and we piled in
for 6+ hour drive to rural West Virginia.
For as tightly packed as air passengers
are, flying is a solitary form of travel.
Maybe it's the forced proximity which
alienates people. Even at the gate no one
is speaking except for the perky prattle of
empty-headed CNN anchors who deliver
news of bombings, murder, and financial
ruin through the same fixed smiles, rote
inflections repeating in 12-minute cycles.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any
dumber the bar is once more lowered.
Half delirious from fatigue I took this
picture from the back seat where I curled
for intermittent sleep. The molded plastic
reminded me of the people on TV and how
we are poured into planes, extruded at the
other end, somehow made more the same.