Slowly going nowhere

[desperance]

I have a theory: which states that all of life in fact transpires at and consists in airport lounges. No one actually travels, and there is no hope. All coffee has always been this bad. Everything else is illusion, the desperate dreaming of we despairing few. It's sort of like the Matrix, without any drama; the machines are in fact entirely static, and just don't work.

We are delayed until noon at least, while they fly a spare part down from Oakland. I am inspired with total confidence and trust.

In other news, it's raining. Probably at both ends.