I’m soooo blessed as I travelled on Pan Am quite a number of times in the late and Mid 80’s, as my father use to work for LHR for a security company called ‘Alert Security’, which only dealt with Pan Am. He use to get free airline tickets with Pan Am. Miss those days badly!.
When DFW International Airport first opened, my father and I landed in a Piper Arrow to go pick up my father's friend who just arrived on a 747 Pan Am.
One day I was stuck in London Heathrow and a Pan Am 747 called Clipper Maid of the Seas took up the windows of the gate I was at. I took some 35mm pictures of the huge nose on the right hand side. I boarded it and rented the plastic tube headset, took my seat forward of #2 engine at the window. I fell asleep partway across the Atlantic. I awoke to a cheerful piano song called Music Box Dancer and looked out to the Atlantic below. It was late afternoon and the clouds below were golden, purple, and orange. I flew on hundreds of commercial flights and this was by far the finest treat, almost looking like a glimpse of Heaven. I took a few pictures. I transferred within my company and quit the international travel and ended up buying a house on the West Coast in California. One night around Christmas 1988, the news broke into the broadcast to show the remains of the cockpit of the Maid of the Seas lying on the ground in Lockerbie, Scotland. Profound sadness washed over me. It's going on 36 years after this senseless bombing. Every time I hear the tune Music Box Dancer, tears well up in me to this very day.
I'd actually have to go further to avoid then I previously had thought like I can now within the country but back then I had zero chance to keep a wife and they wouldn't let me focus on my work no matter what so really I'd just leave the country Japan Russia China or even Brasil - willy 0
Wake up that young I wouldn't even bother with the school systems here with what rhythem they preform form the women I'd use Duolingo sooner I'd date different women and I'd make khan academy with my pink family a lot sooner I'd still get Kelsey pregnant so she isn't a medical bill slave - Willy 00
Pfffft I leave the country I wake up and I'm here leave entirely and get educated because they won't to take women here killing all that subjagation in a row cost lives money journal hands this that the other busy critical minds stuck protecting children instead of pushing humans forward because well there the same thing but that human compost is the shit - Willy 0
"Suddenly, you wake up" means more than you think it does. JB Old Volt Bike may not know it, but Management sent him the thoughts that put this image with this song and title. Why? Because in the true universe, we are all in a sort of hotel like this, and each room is an entire life we live. No one ever remembers when they are born, and when we wake up again, we're never awake long enough to remember why, but we wake up nonetheless, and then move to the next room. What happens when you get to the end of the corridor and step outside the hotel? Enlightenment? Eternal piece? Reunion with God? No one knows. But we know we wake up, and move into the next room - the next life. And we are become that life, forgetting who we really are. Until suddenly we wake up again.
Chills. There is something relaxing, disturbing, contemplative and strange about this. Good work. Sick of traditional Internet. This is a path back to yourself.
I think the longing for a more nostalgic and enjoyable society helps to manifest that society. So know in your tears fir a better world you are sowing the seeds for a better world. So these are not to look back in only sadness but to realize that what you believe becomes real so they are helping in a profound way. Thank you
This reminds me of the theaters I use to go to almost every night mostly with a friend. And now they are empty and abandoned. And I realize that the theatre was the only place I would go to where there would be a lot of people with me and lights would go out and for two hours we would journey together in the same experience. Events are not the same pretty much empty noise and action. I know their all still out there but the title for this generation would be…Where have all the people gone.
You wake up to some strange creature pulling something off you. You realize you're laying down and can barely move. Having a moment of panic, the entity shifts back while you struggle to sit up. However, as you manage this, your body feels wrong and older memories start coming back to you. You're not really human, that was just a long dream from a recreational device which you were interrupted from early. Without a reason for the awakening, you're forced to shove your human dream aside and refocus on reality. The actual reality.
4th grade. I was new kid at new school after my parents moved us. I was invited to birthday party to see Brother Bear at theater by someone I knew in school. I was in trouble with parents though and had to write out 100 times a long sentence of how I wouldn't do something again, memory faded on that part. Tired hand but I got it done and went to the birthday party. Turkey Hunt in the lobby with the orange plastic shotgun controller. Pizza upstairs, classmates everywhere. Theater still felt so loud like I'm sure it did for everyone else when younger. This image immediately made me think of that.
I love the way that movie theaters are kind of like portals into another universe or dimension. You step into these large rooms, sit in a comfy chair, and you're transported very briefly to another place or time. That escape from reality feels good, even if it's only an hour and 30 minutes.
I'm having a bad time, but i know that someone somewhere is having a good day; this keeps me going. Keep it up my bro! And pls be happy, our life is not eternal, so lets make it the best! Good night from Italy
