- March

Wednesday 9th

March

Space Holiday

After the “almost cancer diagnosis" and "the almost World War 3 prognosis", it turns out I am becoming one of those SPACE FREAKS myself.

And every once in a while it seems perfectly possible to experience moments of it (space unfortunately freakishness also), even down here on planet earth.

So I decided on short notice to just go for them.

Started at the airport already….

a short experience of collective stripping made for the first bit of excitement after another 5 months of more lockdown, more muck, more muscle aches and more heavy, constantly restraining weather gear, that left me craving naked days more then anything though I really don’t like nudists at all or even remotely/in general.

and also added a brief interruption to the all too present and continuous “in-formation-flow”,where everybody seems to time their moves and steps forward to a secretly measured (also)collective drill, that really does not allow any side strays, never mind delays, or the in-line-waddlers would most certainly bump into/on top of each other ….

Barely anybody actually looks up or around most seriously engaged with their handheld devices...really started to consider walking sideways, just to stop my head from getting sucked into the dullness of it all.

Well still dare to believe that I am actually not the FREAK in all of this… though I do admit it will get more and more difficult to find somebody to confirm this.

All felt so easy, this privileged feeling of booking a flight and simply going away.

No more of all this confusing and expensive testing fick fuck.

So quiet at City airport… guys with machine guns though...and actually I was thinking of something a little less obvious...gun-wise….

Well the pineappeling does not exactly deliver any satisfactory results in regard to social distancing…

Jesus…. people which part of “lets give each other space" do you simply just not (want to) understand!!!???

Feel every day out there now might possibly turn into a “Maxply Day” meaning my dads beloved sports artefact from the “wooden racket era”, carries all the unreleased potential of a medieval murder weapon.

And trust me I do remember how to use it!!!!

After being channelled through the checks without the almost unavoidable but undesired physical contact, crossing over the actual channel turned out to be unexpectedly peaceful though.

Really love flying like this, all seats empty.

Luxurious space, blue skies, clouds passing.

The channel fringes spill themselves onto the shores underneath, down there where the late afternoon sun turns their stretching and swirling into golden snails and snakes….

so surreal…

Like I just spend an hour in a no time zone.

The talk of war disappearing together with the pains in my overstretched body parts…. never actually wanted to get off the plane..... almost like as soon as that I’ll step back into hell on earth ...again.

So had to get away from it all.

Find some ......

Space, Peace and Trees