By The Time The Plane Was Airborne

I Never Feel A Huge Need For Backstory In My Novels Or Films. Quick Sketches Are Often Enough. When You Encounter People In Life - Like A Chance Encounter At A Bar Or Wherever You Happen To Be - You Make These Incredibly Quick, Quite Intricate Decisions About People Based On Very Small Amounts Of Coded Information. We're Good At That. Long Descriptions Prior To Meeting Someone Or As You're Getting To Know Them Almost Don't Work.

I Don’t Keep A Travel Diary. I Did Keep A Travel Diary Once And It Was A Big Mistake. All I Remember Of That Trip Is What I Bothered To Write Down. Everything Else Slipped Away, As Though My Mind Felt Jilted By My Reliance On Pen And Paper. For Exactly The Same Reason I Don’t Travel With A Camera. My Holiday Becomes The Snapshots And Anything I Forget To Record Is Lost.

Escape Through Travel Works. Almost From The Moment I Boarded My Flight, Life In England Became Meaningless. Seat-belt Signs Lit Up, Problems Switched Off. Broken Armrests Took Precedence Over Broken Hearts. By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

Dream Life, I Realized, Was Only Confusing When You Were Awake. It Was From The Perspective Of Waking Life That Dream Life Seemed Fractured And Lacking Consequence, Lacking Any Certainty That One Thing Led To Another. But From Within Dream Life, The World Was Generally Coherent. Not Exactly An Unconfusing World-just No More Confusing Than Any Other.