are out there.
05 May 2002 / 3:09 a.m.
i read something about feeling alive in a place that is as far-removed from nature as a place can be: the inside of an aeroplane. blue plastic panels and vinyl, smooth arcs of aluminum bolted to aluminum.
the thing is, this isn't un-natural. we made it. it's all cosmic disjecta. everything. it's all in it's right place. the plane. us. whatever.
i am such a fucking hippie sometimes.
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