Description: this one was written on a japanese airline on the way back home. i never had a part 2 before and have always wanted one. so its a bit of extra material from the first one. i think i have got some left for a third part (i always wanted to have a trilogy)... let me know if ya'll want a gander.
Air Sickness #2 -------------------------------------------
The captain has turned off the fasten your seatbelt sign.
Flight attendants will be serving meals shortly.
Chicken or Beef?
Chicken or Beef?
Chicken or Beef?
The turbulence makes everyone dance and sway aimlessly down the aisles as if inebriated by altitude.
Something to drink?
Sake please.
A drunken journey to nowhere 10, 000 feet high.
And its a comforting thought to know that vomit bags are everywhere.
again with the vomit bags.
different reason for them but still very vital/necessary.
i always wonder how airhostesses keep their sanity with their constant repeating of things... i think it must take a special quality in a person to be able to do such a job...
it seems to me to be an auto pilot piece... its safe... no chance of crashing and if crashing were to happen the inebriation would mean you wouldnt feel anything anyways...
The captain has turned off the fasten your seatbelt sign.
Flight attendants will be serving meals shortly.
Chicken or Beef?
Chicken or Beef?
Chicken or Beef?
The turbulence makes everyone dance and sway aimlessly down the aisles as if inebriated by altitude.
Something to drink?
Sake please.
A drunken journey to nowhere 10, 000 miles high.
And its a comforting thought to know that vomit bags are everywhere.
There is an odd, unnatural undercurrent in this write that involves both technology rendering flesh obsolete and detachment making relationship virtually impossible. Captive to the elements in an alien environment, the question remains, 'what can be done to make existence more natural and life less like a commercial written by androidal flght attendants two miles above the earth?'
If life makes you airsick, it's time to set your own pace.
I would write something intelligent and witty that would make you feel great, but I'd rather just smile with the pleasure of reading and say nothing of the sort, as I hit the [Post this Critique] button and read the piece again,
and then go in search of part one.
Submission Name: Air Sickness #2
