planes

Economy class. Humans bunched together like sardine cans with a sliver of metal between them and the illusion of privacy. A screening of secrecy by fault of the back of plane seats separating rows. An argument with a sibling a mother a father a spouse contained behind walls. But we forget. We forget walls have cracks and holes. That people have a tendency to peek with their eyes and ears an unending curiosity that cannot be helped. Or it’s simple biology. People can’t control what they hear. But they can fine tune their focus block their bodily senses if capable of it. Some cannot and does that speak of trauma or an absence of it? How did trauma sneak its way into this? Who knows. Trauma finds a way to sneak into everything to make itself a subject when it wasn’t a conscious thought in the first place.

- Oct 4, 2025