GARETH PONDERS…
While waiting for my luggage to arrive I was hypnotises by two cases going round and round on a conveyor belt.
The one in front was all bright and shiny.
The one behind was all old and battered.
Round and round they went.
Never getting closer.
I thought to myself: “Perhaps this is what life is like. Perhaps I’m the battered case. And no matter what happens I’ll never become the nice one. It is always out of reach”
Hmmmmmm deep. Feels like some inspiration for a new Cure song.
Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time on planes.
(FYI I’ll have spent just under 40 hours on planes by the time this trip is over)
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