From my journal, April 2008:
Nirvana playing as the background music in the airport (Newark). Everything is co-opted. Everything is sold. Everything succumbs to the cancer that is capitalism.
Later--from the plane:
Indescribable cool richness of the blue-black night sky fading into burning reds at the horizon and the flat black of the land broken with the occasional glitter of scattered city lights...
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