At the edge of sorrow’s blade
The greatest skill you can ever learn in this modern world is to stay just below the radar. Keep yourself a mystery, but provide the clues. Writing letters to shadows of what you used to be. On flights, I have a routine where I write to my loved ones in case of emergency. I like knowing I left last words to all those who make me who I am. The smaller planes encourage this behavior more than others, especially the saw-like rotating blades spinning outside blocking my view of freedom. I wonder if any propeller has ever popped off & cut a plane in half in midair? I wonder which direction we’ll spin if it misses us & we fall from grace. I wonder if my phone will survive the small fire created by the blast of impact. Did I mention, that I just write whatever I need to on my phone without actually sending it to the ones intended to receive the messages? That’s right. I craft everything before boarding. The personalized messages will only be sent if the plane is going down & I kno...