Can't shake this feeling of despair and remembered how I felt on this flight. I think how we treat and connect with each other individually directly affects how we act as a society treating individuals. We have to do better. This sky feels like crying to me.
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Friendless Skies
Oh dear. Flying cross
country from Los Angeles to Minneapolis, I have realized that we are all living
in some bizarre Orwellian Sci-Fi horror movie and it has nothing to do with the
airline, flight attendants or weather. It has to do with us, the passengers.
The passengers who no longer choose to connect with our own species. All around ( me included as I finish one movie and a smattering of Ted Talks) are
humans who no longer choose to engage.
Instead we are pacified by staring into individual boxes in front of
us. We carry our devices on with us, use
the ones offered us and myopically never look left or right.
I think of the heyday of
travel. When people chose to dress for their journeys…pill box hats, gloves,
jackets, ties…all with respectful purpose and with the intention to engage.
Travel was part of the joy. Even if everyone’s future was totally compromised
by the clouded blue smoky fog of endless cigarettes, long hours of
travel were filled with conversation and connection. With the understanding…we
are on this path together.
We now have individual
channels, headsets, and even walls in certain seats, to ensure
in every way
we immerse in a singular experience. We will never discover our six or seven
degrees of separation at this point. An entire future of disconnect perfectly
planned for our travel comfort. Happy
friggin' trails.
