i will not watch the twilight zone again.
the matrix is out too.
55 plus hours of international travel/ails later, and i’ve had a lifetime worth of alternate realities.
on a good day international travel can be trying.
lines to be waited in.
pages to be stamped.
add a ten-hour initial flight delay.
followed by a missed international connection.
and you are time-traveling. on mars.
there are three of you. the sky is green.
i. it all begins innocently enough. (it always does).
pass through security.
stand in your first line.
(doesn’t look so bad).
note the people standing around you in line.
ii. then reality begins to shift.
you notice an eerie minor chord playing over the intercom.
the line is disbanded.
iii. an excruciatingly long series of events then follow.
more lines. wait.
take a number.
wait. wait. wait.
these events all feel random at first.
you feel this is all happening just to you.
but you slowly start to notice the same cast of characters reappearing in each new terrible reality.
you begin to suspect the conspiracy may be much bigger than you initially guessed.
that’s the same guy i was standing next to nairobi.
what is he doing eating dinner at the same place as me in amsterdam?
you are returning from a country where people deal with injustices
no - one-hundred times
no - one-thousand times the magnitude of your inconvenience
each and every day.
where each day is simply one long series of injustices.
and each week is just a series of these days.
each month a series of these weeks.
the electricity is out. again.
the water is filthy. always.
your mother has died.
this international flying business of yours is a drop in the bucket.
and maybe even a good drop in the bucket.
a personal reminder:
of your lack of control.
that things almost always go your way.
of how damned lucky you are.
vi. you land.
call your mother.
return to your house.
where the water is clean.
where the electricity runs.
breathe a sigh of relief.