Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Lost in Space

I woke up today, went up on my roof and just took off. I flew up through the clouds, and my ears popped. I'd never gone up that high before, but I felt like I had to get out of here, you know? I see the same walls every day, eat pretty much the same stuff. I still haven't broken up any bank robberies or anything. Why the hell do I even have this power?

In hindsight, I should have payed more attention to where I was going, because I came down out of the clouds and realized I had no idea where I was, and I didn't have my phone or my wallet. I guess that might have made me a little scared, and when I'm scared it gets really hard for me to fly, which makes me more scared. It's a dangerous cycle.

I walked for probably a few hours, past farms and things. Walking sucks, but nobody wanted to give me a ride. What's up with people? When I got to what they call a town out there, I couldn't even buy lunch because I didn't have any money. I finally found a bank and convinced them who I was, so they gave me some money, and I got to eat. By that time, I was so stressed out, I was never going to be able to fly home, and I had to take the bus.

I'd forgotten what a horrible experience it is to ride Greyhound, all those babies crying, awkward silences with the guy you happened to sit next to, the near paralysis from the lack of space, not to mention the smell.

I'm sure it's nothing compared to busses in Calcutta and everything, but it felt like the whole wretched mass of humanity crammed into that small-ass bus, and it sure didn't raise my opinion of humanity. I must have flown hundreds of miles this morning, because it took all afternoon and most of the night just to get home. Good thing I got enough cash for the cab fare.

I don't know what I was looking for when I went up and out, and I'm pretty sure I didn't find it, but I'm gonna think twice about going to look for it again. I'm sure there are people out there who ride the bus all the time, and that's really too bad. Now that I think about it, it makes me really sad, which makes me incapable of flight, which makes me that much more likely to have to take the bus again.

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