Pretty soon, I'll be getting on my first plane. I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space.
It's beautiful how well this captures the thriving, throbbing life force of one's home, the juice flowing through the streets, the orange-yellow streaks of cars and trucks rushing through the thin, winding tubes and interlocking pattern of roads, the sped-up movements of people going from here to there, coming from there to here, how what seems so vital and familiar can suddenly become increasingly inconsequential, and small, as one gets farther and farther away, as one's view of home becomes clearer and clearer.
