Unrecorded

He is watching an in-flight movie, staring at it in steerage as he fades away. The boarding procedures were too slow, there were delays. Tightly stringed tensions arose between ears and nose. Cardiac murmurs grew raucous. He is a pilot, but not on this aircraft. He’s flying a Piper Cub over Sri Lanka; much younger of course, alive not fading - a dead girl is laughing once again. He wishes that he had found someone to film that flight, it was never a movie and he needs a different picture to watch, especially now that he is slowly floating alone like an air balloon over a disappearing landscape.