flight 604 to paris via cairo

Shortly after takeoff, a charter plane disappears from the radar screens and plunges 148 people into the Red Sea. The result of all our days spent on the resort of Sharm el-Sheikh. There are no potential terrorists. There are only technicalities. We are victims of our own process that does not follow any guidelines. We are accidents waiting to happen and ready to expose the inner workings of our own casualty.

There is a dense fog that completely envelopes everything, it leaves only grainy residuals of noisemakers and useless cast-offs. From awakening in the early morning at a hotel suite in the downtown core, I was frozen into submission. Physically, mentally, and painfully exhausted away from anything at all imaginative or reasoning.

Yesterday was Sharon's birthday party, one she felt would appeal more to the inebriated. There were many highlights, including a notably suggestive embrace between she and her guy-friend. Amongst other depections of 'harmless' fun my response did not fashionably contend. The air that filled the room was something that made my respiratory system nearly malfuncton, so the balcony was in order for some necessary ventalation.

In the end, it was clear that something is on the rise. For what? It remains to be seen, however that is not the question. It is how the artist will respond.