... i remember a scene in a william gibson book- pattern recognition. where the amazing main character ponders how when she flies across continents she always feels that upon arrival she is without her soul, and imagines it bobbing as a kind of shadow-blob on the tarmac at the airport she took off from... then it takes a while for the soul to catch up with the body. i feel something of the sort, even though it was a short seamless ride from LA to Seattle... but this rapid travel is so- rapid. one second i was in california. i closed my eyes and then suddenly awoke to "we are approaching our destination of seattle, please put your seat...." this is on the other spectrum from train travel. when you feel so ready for the arrival, have so much time to ponder the present, imagine the future, process the journey. fast forward to airplane, where i can barely get a grip on my thoughts, and then suddenly i am in weather that is 15 degrees colder than where i was 2.5 hours ago. how is this possible? then i board a bus that would carry me across the border and drop me at 41st and granville. that leg of the journey at least provided me with a few hours of thinking- that time i need for re-entry. now back in the city, it's still cold air- but spring is here. rhubarb is growing at a fast and furious rate, but that's about it. water the seeds, hopefully the sun will shine down and help them grow.
Hey Nina,
ReplyDeleteyeah, with all the options of travel nowadays it does get really mind boggling. A very surreal experience. When I'm hiking in the middle of nowhere I often think about how people had to tread those paths on foot maybe for days, weeks, or months on end, trying to forge out the perfect recreational and ecologically sound experience. And that's only in a marginal bit of space, whereas plane travel is so vast and instant. Crazy! Anyway, like your travel pics. Especially the succulents.