Do you remember how in a state of paranoia I accused a 747 of spying on us. And you said it would be ironic if a commercial jet were dispatched to catch two teenagers smoking in their backyard. and I envisioned 366 pair of binoculars peering out of the oval windows of the aeroplane. Waiting to bust us. This image reminded me of a reoccurring dream that I have. In said dream, I find a dirigible in Wright Park and the members of my American history 148 class sing on the hillside. "Bridges and Balloons" by Johanna Newsom. And my airship ascends higher and higher and i wave to the people in park who have turned into collections of individual points of color like the Seurat painting. However, looking back, your observation wasn't very astute. It would not be ironic if we were spotted from the air. from the air we'd look like smears.
