Myths in Music, Music in Myths
It was music that made me “the man from the aeroplane.” Almost every week, my weekends began and ended at some airport: I was in high demand as a DJ…
New Year
To celebrate the New Year twenty-four times in a row, one would need to remain just west of the “midnight line” at all times and move along with it at…
Turbulence of reality
From above the world looks calm and complete — altitude lends the illusion of harmony. Lakes gleam like vast mirrors, riverbeds wind as silver ribbons, and among the many shades…
Thought on autopilot
The moment the aeroplane leaves the runway, I allow myself to drift away from the strip of rational control. The dorsolateral prefrontal cortex slips into stand-by, and the DMN —…
Myths of the future
I was really upset when I realized I’d forgotten my book in the seat pocket on the plane. I had just started reading it, The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman.…