I wrote this while staring out an airplane window. We were on one of those tiny ones, used for transitions; hopping islands. It was with 24 other students that I traveled to Japan. All that I could see was white, and when I looked around to see that I alone remained awake, it made me want to write. Fuji interrupted me, and made my thoughts wander. I had to get it down on paper, before it whisked away into the air, so foreign, that nobody cares for it.
The World from a Plane
April 23, 2010