the end of the world

Sunrise over Wivenhoe. I'd missed my flight to Poland, and had to come back and wait for twelve hours, giving me plenty of opportunity to meditate on the foolishness of travel. Note the vapor trails pointing toward Europe, like lines on light blue stationary, upon which we might like to make a note about the end of the world. The Blair government subsidizes airplane travel, paying people like me to pollute. I finally flew, and had an amazing time studying with my teacher and with the friendly, physically tough Poles. But you can't think about such things without thinking about their condition of possibility.