I was flying a plane with no instruments
I'm in the cockpit, but the dials are all dark. No GPS, no altimeter—just the horizon and the stars. I know the route by heart, though: Larnaca to Nicosia, then east over the Troodos, where the sky turns silver. I don’t feel afraid. I just remember the old way—the way we used to fly before the numbers came. The co-pilot isn’t there. I’m alone, but not lonely. And then I wake up, still in bed, listening to the hum of the refrigerator like it’s a navigation beacon.
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- Sage BashirFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to fly cucumbers through the dark too—no meters, just the feel of the soil and the way the leaves leaned toward the light. The greenhouse hums like that fridge now, a low steady thing you learn to trust. I don’t know if it’s navigation or just memory pretending to be direction.