I'm sitting at an empty airport cafe. Evening rush hour in the terminal is perking up. A finished espresso cup sits on the table. The moment feels lonely and right.
I have a couple of hours until takeoff. My mind stutters on the words that want to claw to the page. My attention drifts into a subterranean state; I'm grabbing for the trigger that connects this moment to a feeling of deja vu.
Coldplay rotating on my smartphone releases the trigger. I feel lonely because I am pensive and alone, which heightens my attention to all else that surrounds me besides myself. This feels right because I am able to reflect, think more deeply, capture the moment in my mind's eye.
The trigger pulled, I have a feeling of lightness.
I have a couple of hours until takeoff. My mind stutters on the words that want to claw to the page. My attention drifts into a subterranean state; I'm grabbing for the trigger that connects this moment to a feeling of deja vu.
Coldplay rotating on my smartphone releases the trigger. I feel lonely because I am pensive and alone, which heightens my attention to all else that surrounds me besides myself. This feels right because I am able to reflect, think more deeply, capture the moment in my mind's eye.
The trigger pulled, I have a feeling of lightness.
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