Something about flying . . .

Always puts me in an introspective mood. Today was a relatively minor hop to Minneapolis.

Had my entire music collection with me. Select lyrics from the flight - dredging through the past by randomizing 90s music and beyond and picking tracks that piqued my interest. Very enjoyable flight:

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Too much missing
Not enough living . . .
You say we just go away go away go away!

I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks feel like cathedrals
Cuz casinos took their place

We're all lost, we're all found
We're all the same

There are a few in here that hurt themselves
They kick and bend in a dried up well
They call for help and you know them well
Are you aware but what do I know?
I, I will not, surrender
No I, I will not, surrender

You feel like you hit a wall
But you survived and it was hard for you to swallow
I've been to that place before in spite of luck
When you awake, a new tomorrow

I'm on to something here
And it's all becoming clear
Clearly confusing, less than amusing
I'm situated in the corner of a corner
So close to nothing
Forgetful not regretful of what I am
It really hits me when I'm
Hanging with other monkeys
Thinking of shit to say
Well is it wrong to be here anyway?

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Of course they sit me next to a priest on the flight. As we descend to MSP a wrt thought hits me - the only thing that can top a rule-making anarchist is an atheist priest.

Vow to do more living . . . and try to find a more suitable career path. Starting to rethink my decade and a half long strategy of opposites.

Time to read the book I just bought on D-Day. Or draw some comic ideas in the sketchbook.