Friendless Skies

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.