Blackout Poems at 40,000 feet.
Thursday 11th May 2023On a recent flight, I borrowed a sharpie from one of the cabin crew ladies, and scribbled out these poems from a copy of The New York Times.
These next 4 are from the return flight, by which point I found a sharpie of my own.
These were particularly special to make. It was the middle of the night and I was i in that -’I’m-so-tired-but-can’t-sleep-on-a-plane’ delirious state.
It seemed the whole cabin was full of slumbering individuals, and the only light that illuminated the sleepy cabin was that of the dull screens projecting mediocre films onto sleeping faces, and the spotlight from above me that lit up the pages of print on my lap.
