A small volume of air suspended high in the atmosphere. Conceptually delicate and viciously trapped; life in an airplane is a suspension. Communication elsewhere is forbidden, sitting still is required, and strangers become trapped neighbors. The visual connection to the outside world remains as a small modular window cluttered with vapor.
The obscure pause from everything else is a spoiled chance to view life differently; high above the distracting world, and ripped away from daily routines. At neither A nor B; time in an airplane is a chance to look at the world differently.
I get the sense that most people dread being in an airplane, as a passenger at least. I look forward to it with much reward and jest to desire to spend my entire life in an airplane; far from the suspension of creativity.
