Landing is a journey, boarding is a homecoming
The cabin carries nostalgia The cabin itself is nostalgia
Properly place your backpack under the seat in front of your feet
Looking for a blanket, looking for a lumbar pillow, groping for the location of the headphone jack
Waiting for a cart to be fed a box of foil-covered hot meals a box of dry, tasteless bread or my favorite butter spread to sublimate a hard-to-eat round meal package
Occasionally a glass of bitter champagne in the years when I can still drink
Must pass through the long line of toilets in the distance waiting for the warm tiny water to flow through the dry and cracked hands
Between falling asleep and waking up, the eardrums must be bulging, the neck pain must be experienced, and you must ask yourself
Did you sleep well?
The flying height on the screen, the destination distance, the long countdown, the tens of thousands, and the hundreds
Ocean Cloud Ocean City A glowing civilization
Or ochre earth and gray and yellow rivers behind the mountains
Pray that Amitabha Hallelujah will give himself to God the moment the safety machine lands on the ground
Who does this site need to send a message to?
to port
Landing is a journey, boarding is a homecoming
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