Psycho-analysis Over Indonesia


A little birdie told me that

when you look out of your aeroplane porthole

at night,

and the red signal light flashes on and off

onto the wing,

and you can’t see it,

the wing actually isn’t there.


The little birdie also told me that

the porthole glass fogs up

because the glass is cold.


I also have an over-active imagination.

Actually no, upon closer reflection, I feel I was born with a stilted ability to perceive and engage with reality.