I’m writing this blog post on an aeroplane; crammed in between overpriced seats and too many bodies. I’m near the back of the plane. I don’t think I’ve ever sat this far back. Everything is so loud: the people, the engine, the flushing of the toilet, the indecipherable instructions of the cabin crew on the speakers, the beeping of the seatbelt sign every so often – even the quietness is deafening. I can’t hear myself think.
But I had an urge to write and so I’m writing about the now. This very moment. The man behind me who is coughing and spluttering (who may or may not be reading what I write as he peeks through the space between the seats), the drunken passengers who are all around us who will inevitably clap when the plane lands, the cabin crew who go back and forth, back and forth, trying to punt overpriced pringles and ‘charity scratchcards’ that nobody ever wins. Or buys. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone buy one of those scratchcards.
Despite the ‘loudness’ and pandemonium around me I am feeling rather content. I should be at university this week but instead I’ll be in another country, exploring, adventuring. I have a packet of Haribos & a bottle of pepsi at hand (shove your overpriced Pringles up your ass Ryanair); I’ve got my laptop, 2 books and my mobile phone beside me. I’ve got my favourite teddy (that I never go anywhere without) in my handbag, I have a week in the sun to look forward to, I’m wearing a new ring from duty free, I’m healthy and happy. I have the most beautiful view of the cotton-candy clouds blanketed across the sky for an eternity. And I’m here. I’m privileged.
Although the noise and hustle and bustle is aggravating and off-putting I wouldn’t change it for the world; it allows me to write what I’m writing right now. It inspires me. At the moment, I want to write something, but nothing is coming. So I’m writing about my surroundings. I’ll be able to reflect on this flight at a later date. You can all read my on-flight experience and relate. We have all been on a flight like this, right? I wonder…
I wonder what it would be like to fly business class, first class, whatever they call it. I wonder if people with money could fly economy after experiencing the lavishness of ‘business’ class. I wonder if it’s all it’s hyped up to be. I think, actually, it’d be boring. Yeah, it would lack atmosphere, it would lack presence. It would be a waste. Why take a huge big aeroplane up in to the sky for only a few people to experience when you can take a whole load of people? Make it worth while. Utilise the space. I digress.
I love letting my thoughts fly off my fingers like this; I may do this more often. The sun is shining through the minuscule plane window on to the keys and I feel inspired by the sky to keep writing. Well, is it really the sky? I’m higher than the sky. I am the sky. Isn’t that a crazy thought?
Until next time,
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