I’m sitting in Heathrow Airport and I don’t intend to sleep. :)
I’ve never been to Terminal 3 before. It’s nice. I’m gonna sit reading Jonathan King’s autobiography and when my eyes get too tired, walk around the airport to the beat of Lady Gaga.
There was only one other person on the train here, and they got off at Terminal 4, leaving me to spend one stop in my own world, standing and singing Bad Romance as loud as I could while the music played through my earphones. Big grin on my face, hurtling underground while the world sleeps, feeling so alive. I thought, “I could die now and it would be brilliant, if the train just burned apart, in this great haze of music and joy and isolation”.
But there wouldn’t be anyone to meet Lily at the airport. So I’m glad I didn’t die. That means I get to have another one of those experiences :)
They say life is short, but it’s the longest thing you do, and it’s the only time you get to do it, so I say enjoy yourself :D
(Disclaimer: that’s just my opinion, on the ‘one life’ thing, but it’s one that’s shared by science, and Derren Brown, and Charlie, so … sticking with it.)
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