It is hard for me to make out a bird, a dark shadow against the flooded sky. Today I just did not watch just another liftoff. People take the risk of air travel due to its speed. The fuselage digests human dreams, responsibilities and schemes and transports them at great speed to a port that the luminous board at the airport will register as ‘landed’. The streets are flooded by little boxes in snail speed across an endless railway reigned by posts of red and green lamps. It is an agonizing battle against time so that everybody will arrive on time to destination. Travels used to hide unbelievable dangers.
Today things are much simpler. You struggle against the clock. Of course it may well be that you are the victim of a modern monster that devours much blood living in the asphalt waylaying
