Flying in a light milky clouds, in an airplane creating light Brian Eno sounds, turbulences adding rhythm. Just remembered Neal Gaiman, how he writes blogs in the plane all the time. I wrote two short articles. Apocalypse by Current 93 in my ears. “Surely, we are living in a dream” says David. I am not so sure, but Sascha Grey says selectively to one ear or another, that it’s as real as rainbows. And found out which sport I hate the most: running through the airport with an urge to piss. Landed. Let’s drive.