I picture him in the hotel, getting the text, because he won’t get service in the cabin. It’s by design, isn’t it? The idea of disconnection as pleasure, as relaxation, as privilege. Cords dangling, swaying, trembling with the need for electricity, for use. There is no connection there, no energy. Just long, loud, yawning silence.
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