Adult
The man behind me is telling the two guys in his row about a bar on 9,000 South.
Chekhov is holding my interest, in a way. There’s so much going on. The simple eloquence of the sentences. The mundane brilliance of the stories.
“And you have to go to Park City,” he says. “They have some really fun bars there.”
The plane is almost only in the air long enough for them to serve you drinks and peanuts. You’re at cruising altitude for maybe 20 minutes. Then the decline. Descent, they call it.
A flight attendant, Southwest Airline’s flight attendant of the month, leads the plane in a round of Happy Birthday to the Tami in 12F.
Rachel is playing Puzzle Quest. Before we board, someone tells Rachel that the DS is a good color. It matches her purse. Her daughter, she explains, has a pink one.
If I could just sleep on the plane, everything would get there faster.
Chekhov is holding my interest, in a way. There’s so much going on. The simple eloquence of the sentences. The mundane brilliance of the stories.
“And you have to go to Park City,” he says. “They have some really fun bars there.”
The plane is almost only in the air long enough for them to serve you drinks and peanuts. You’re at cruising altitude for maybe 20 minutes. Then the decline. Descent, they call it.
A flight attendant, Southwest Airline’s flight attendant of the month, leads the plane in a round of Happy Birthday to the Tami in 12F.
Rachel is playing Puzzle Quest. Before we board, someone tells Rachel that the DS is a good color. It matches her purse. Her daughter, she explains, has a pink one.
If I could just sleep on the plane, everything would get there faster.
posted by M S Martinez at 5/03/2007 03:24:00 PM
1 Comments:
400 posts in and you have already started to repeat yourself Mark!
I am glad I have finally isolated the one thematic thread among all of your posts.
My first critical essay on your work will be called: "MS Martinez and the anaphora of the somnambulist.
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