[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Ready to take off
Malpensa Airport, standing on the long escalator that leads to the boarding gates the whole crew of an intercontinental flight line up as a military platoon. Thank God I've got my "portable" cam with me.