A letter from an aeroplane. I like writing these from up here. Not least because it keeps me awake: Sleep is calling, but the trolly with stale bread and camembert (thank you, Air France) is inching its way, arm-rest by arm-rest, down the aisle. I am staying awake for it.
#61 | Christmas
#61 | Christmas
#61 | Christmas
A letter from an aeroplane. I like writing these from up here. Not least because it keeps me awake: Sleep is calling, but the trolly with stale bread and camembert (thank you, Air France) is inching its way, arm-rest by arm-rest, down the aisle. I am staying awake for it.