Posted by Weave on Apr 2, 1998 in Personal | 0 comments
DULLES, VIRGINIA, USA – April 2, 1998 – They dock behind closed sliding doors at the gates at Dulles.
Long white buses, each with strange fiberglass towers protruding from the top like horns. They raise and lower themselves between gate and plane door, rolling out across the tarmac like plastic lowriders.
The pilots and gate attendants call them “mobile lounges”. They...
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Posted by Weave on Feb 28, 1998 in Articles, Personal | 0 comments
What is this strange feeling I’m feeling?
How can I change
the way…
if I can’t…
even change…
myself?
How can I change
the way I am?
I don’t know…
I don’t know…
- Faithless, “Salve Mea”
WASHINGTON, DC, USA – February 28, 1998 – Midnight between Friday and Saturday. Our company happy-hour is over, and my coworkers have...
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