Yesterday I listened to Faure's "au bord de l'eau", and a few other songs.
I found myself thinking: the ugliness to which I was submitted during my trip on an airline really was ugliness.
I was glad to re-discover that something beautiful exists. I was relieved. If I'd been stuck on that airline for even another minute, I might have forgotten that anything else exists other than cramped quarters, bad food and air, and insincere dumbed-down music and crappy Hollywood movies. I guess it's something like escaping from prison. (Yet, I know there are those who would like to reduce me and the rest of the world to that prison-like state--all for the sake of their profits.)
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