There’s too much to concentrate on. I’m flying VFR, which means I’m flying by sight, so I have to look out for other planes. I’m supposed to be on the radio, talking to other planes and to airports when I get close to them, but I don’t want to talk to anybody. I know where I am, because of the GPS, but I don’t know where I’m going. Not really. Just away. I have plenty of gas, so I fly, and I sing at the top of my lungs, and sometimes it seems like Tweety chimes in with a rev of the motor or a whistle of wind. I’m blank. I’m empty. My brain is a mirror of the vacant pure blue of the sky. I know this is bad, very bad. I should turn back, get on the radio, tell someone I’m fine. I don’t know what Stew is going to do. I don’t know if they’ve called my mother by now. Thinking of Mom threatens to break me, because I don’t want her to worry about me. But she’ll be better off without you … It has been so hard for her to go through all this and worry about me too.
What do You think about Positively Beautiful (2015)?
