Flyby | Minneapolis, MN | April 2019

Consider from above the dynamic roil of traffic, trains and planes in one small portion of a bustling city. Within each blurred vector — a kinetic smudge — a person moves with purpose, each an “I want” in a mind-boggling swirl of desires. Me? I want the childhood promise of star flight to come true in my lifetime, and maybe another bag of Cheez-Its. Neither will happen. Yet here I am jetting at 660 mph and insulated from an outside air temp of minus-74 degrees. Isn’t that enough?