Making my way to Colorado, then making my way to Hawaii. Airports always yield some kind of surreal experience for me. It helped that I didn't have a proper night of sleep for several days before and after.
So... I spent 4pm to 7am at DIA (canceled flight, should've been out by 6) only getting slim bits of sleep in the airport or the airplane. I felt so detached and tired. Insomnia came to mind. Thinking Fight Club. And single serving friends. Also The Mechanist, what a great movie. Can’t sleep, I know the feeling. Losing my mind. Feel so thin, "if [I] was any thinner, [I] wouldn’t exist." (The Mechanist) Where am I? What am I doing?
The wintery wasteland of the Colorado desert.
In Phoenix, while waiting for the last leg of the flight, I had a spine shivering experience. I was blasting Linkin Park – Numb (chorus at 2:20) as loud as the headphones will go. Some people say Linkin Park is too whiny; yeah, I can see that, but the chord power and progression there is enough for me.
Let me elaborate. Normally the airport is so noisy, this music blocked out all other sound, I saw people rushing and and strolling, the masses of people, all of them meaningless to me, but probably each with their own story. The chorus hit me, and all of the sudden, all the people seem so... numb, so meaningless; there’s so many of them, like ants, ultimately aimless. I still was seeing surreal.
I was even feeling The Prodigy – Wind it Up, being like that must've enhanced the whole music effect.
