June 5/6: In Limbo

While waiting for my connecting flight, I begin a snack of wasabi rice crackers.

The first bite burns more than anything I have ever eaten.

I take a second bite.

I proceed while my eyes water, my nose runs and my taste buds are eradicated. I tell myself that I am too smart to voluntarily cause myself that much pain.

I finally seal the bag.

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I am herded onto the aircraft and into my assigned seat. I, along with my flock, obediently stare at the highly produced images in front of us. 2 hours pass.

A man three rows ahead of me touches his left hand to his left shoulder and adjusts his neck pillow.

I reopen the sealed bag.

3 hrs and 20 mins left.

The man's a woman.

I remain seated with my seat belt on.

I kill 6 more taste buds.

Turbulence. Sleep. Time zone change.