Walking through the metal hallway connector area behind some large woman watching tiktoks of guys all doing push-ups that start with text reading “level one” and then seemingly never progressing past level one as she’d just scroll to the next video and it would be the same text in a similar room with a different guy.
The very second the plane engines started, I felt my eyelids getting heavy and I put down Grey Bees. I put on more Malcolm Gladwell, but for whatever reason, the plane just wasn’t flying. I didn’t know why, but it felt as if the plane kept rolling around to build momentum only to fully stop. At some point, I’d had my eyes shut for so long that I just had to make sure I didn’t sleep through the entire flight. At that point, I was awoken by an announcement that the plane was rerouting for an unspecified amount of time so we were just gonna be waiting here. In response, I figured, why not get in a second airplane-related review? Man, these reviews are really gonna slow down once I’m not on vacation and therefore don’t have any interesting stories matching with the aesthetic of an album that I chose to listen to at the moment; how else can I explain the sound of the album to the listener through imagery of real things happening to me? Anyway, I put on The Narcissist II, although The Narcissist I was my first choice, but I just decided it wasn’t really a good fit for the moment. Anyway, The Narcissist II is a good fit for the situation because of its overall claustrophobia and discomfort. It really does sound like getting stuck on an airplane before it’s taken off.
Someone went through the isle asking for water.
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