Chem Trails

May 3rd:

Retrospect...

Lying on a bench near the canal - tired, watching the chemical criss-cross tracks of planes left in the sky. The crisp blue sky, clear delineated paths made by the silver tubes that contain hundreds of unsuspecting people, hurtling through the sky. I lie down and observe them crossing each other. Slowly today they eventually expand and fade, distant memories of an enormous undertaking. I get sleepy, my eyelids are heavy. I clench my purse and begin to dose under the vast Dutch sky. This sunshine and warmth are better for me than the boat now. I need this medecine.