Alright, let myself have 2 days to verbally burn off my excess fire and now it’s time to shut up and move on. Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan have been warning about volcanos for years now. That has to be the most quoted song on here.
Business Class on Eva Air is no joke. Except the chair turns into this upward sloping stretcher in sleep mode which is a little like standing up.
SFO is beautiful to fly in and out of. We flew out at dusk, my favorite time of day. It’s my sunrise. Take off was beautiful. Aviation. What a miracle. As we were pulling onto the runway, I caught a jumbo taking off in the opposite direction. With its lights against the mountains in twilight, it looked like a spacecraft. It made me proud of humankind. By the way, if you had a film camera, you would be the only one able to capture San Francisco and the breathtaking Pacific Coast at magic hour during take off. Some things still have a worthwhile function.
I wonder if there is a correlation between children who have ridden in planes a lot and creativity. When you’ve seen the world you know turned into a living organism made of insects, you have perspective of things. From the ground looking up at the cities and their towering structures, we see how big we can be. From a height looking down, we see how incredibly small we are. We are so many things. Simultaneously. We are so many things in possibility. Your own personal world can be giant, but what of the giant world of civilizations and nations, which are just as real? Perhaps if there are so many ways of looking at very real things, we can decide what is real.
That’s the thing about creatives. We believe we can create. Not all creatives are artists. We are merely predisposed to artistic talents and interests. Wherever our interests lay, wherever our hearts and souls attach, we try to bring into the world what we imagine could be here within the realm of possibility. Heaven and hell, changes of weather, material gain. Power. Love. Healing. Or even the smallest blossoming of wonder when one is most needed. Creatives turn belief and vision into reality. They move things between two complementary but very distant worlds. But it all starts with an idea that what’s real is malleable. That maybe what’s real lies within how you look at things. When I’ve seen ants organize scavenging expeditions and risk death to reclaim their dead. When I’ve seen cities look like distant constellations from high above in the night sky. When I’ve looked someone in the eye and said, I think I know you because you were in my dream last night. And none of that changes what’s real. What’s real is everything you make it.