Summer Chronicles 2018 #2: Learning to Be No One

Alone on the plane, I had the same thought that I always do: “we could crash and my life might end at any time.” As always, images of the moments before death subsumed me. I imagined the faces of my fellow passengers contorted in horror. I heard the weeping, the screaming, the voices futilely attempting to leave last messages for their loved ones on their cellphones, all to no avail.
My fantasy was real enough that amidst a banal announcement about expected turbulence, I came close to tears as I thought of never seeing my wife or son again and went on to consider the weight of the collective losses of all the souls on the plane.
But, in this case, what used to be a source of physical anxiety gave way to a feeling of absolute groundlessness.
There is something liberating about anonymity and the small pleasure of being unrecognized in the odd womblike environment of a passenger jet.

















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