Yonder on the horizon
On the flight back from Barcelona, iPod earbuds bouncing the warm sounds of My Morning Jacket against my eardrums, I attempted to relax and read The Player Of Games. Ironically, two people sitting in front of me were real-life players of a game. Specifically, it was some game involving the rapid and repeated rattling of dice; a sound that gets more annoying with each repetition on a two hour journey.
As we approached the English coast, the pilot interrupted my reading and listening to inform us that we could take in the view of the giant black cloud stretching across the sky. I had spent the weekend in Catalonia enjoying a self-imposed news blackout. This new information about a more literal blackout was a strange return to what passes for normality. It struck me, not for the first time, that real life grows more like a William Gibson novel every day.
Before my rude return to hyper-reality, I enjoyed a very pleasant few days in Barcelona. If you’re interested, I took pictures.
Tuesday, December 13th, 2005 11:22pm
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