Death Is Not the End

Portland, OR: It’s 11:24am PST. I’m listening to Murder Ballads by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I’m at the airport waiting for my flight back to Chicago. I’m early and drinking a cup of tea. That was my goal for the day. Introspection, music, books and travel will fill the rest.

This is such a beautiful corner of the world. I know I will move through it again, and again. I also know that I’ve learned and changed a lot since I was here last. According to the train-ticket-turned-bookmark sitting in front of me, that was 11:12am on May 24, 2009.

I’m not unhappy to be here, at the airport, leaving. I just wish my destination was different. I’d like nothing more than to be on my way to the next city. I’d like nothing more than to walk off the plane in another city that is not my own, to walk briefly into a small and empty room, then walk back out.

I lose 2 hours on this flight. I gained about 60 on the one here. I’ll write more about it later. I should go.

3 Responses to “Death Is Not the End”

1. Kirstie Says:
   December 7th, 2009 at 8:04 pm

   I’ve often thought there must be a few people in this world constantly delaying death by always flying to places where they gain time.

2. Brian Leli Says:
   December 8th, 2009 at 7:06 am

   I think there are quite a few. Even if they’re not delaying death, they’re enhancing life; in my opinion anyway.

3. Kirstie Says:
   December 8th, 2009 at 7:59 pm

   Though, there is that whole meaningful relationship thing..unless you really have a stewardess fetish.

   Pretty soon, I think you’d run out of places to run to and, if you made that you whole life’s mission, it would probably drive you mad. Though, it would make a great novel. Maybe, one of us will write it someday.

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