Oprah Freight Notes

As one of my friends once said of a musician: "Even a blind hen finds some grain".
Oprah, one of illustrations of the shallow taste of the age, lack of wit, obscene profit - and I could go on and on - once said of airplane travel:
"You know, I explain it to myself rationally. It's safer than car for instance. And then, as soon as we take off, a voice in my head pops up and says: 'Oprah, you really shouldn't be in an aluminum tube at 10,000 m.'" This is the perfect explanation of the freight of flying.
Then again, I guess the brief trip to Dbk, 45 minutes max, brings up everybody's pathology on an individual basis: another friend doesn't like being out of control and distrusts the pilot, wanting to steer the thing himself, while I would prefer being pampered by stewardesses every 5 minutes, them cheerfully exclaiming casual sentences like: "Oh, it's such a perfect day for flying", with the pilot routinely issuing info on flight in interims.
Further, there is the idea of just cosmic fate. Don't you think it fair you shouldn't crash on departure, if one must, but on the return flight?
Then again, as I said, talking helps. I used to have a strategy of shamelessly boring the person next to me, whoever it was, just because I felt better. A less nervous acquaintance complained he hated air companies "for they simply refuse to seat me next to somebody I would like to be sitting next to".
above: text. below: meta-text.
With any experience - i.e. the text describing it, just like with any lie - it's the details and bringing stuff to life that does it. The "stuff" can really and only then be said to exist at all.. The half-conscious and the unshared is wasted.