Dear diary, I am going to die. Well, obviously. That sounds pretty existential, so let me clarify: I am going to die in the very near future. There are a number of ways it could happen now and none of them are very appealing. Every trip Ive ever taken has involved some sort of disaster: arriving at the bus terminal late, lost luggage, flight cancellations. But Id never experienced a plane crash before.
I was going to Paris. I told my wife it was a business trip but, heres the kicker, I was going to see my son. I dont mean the one she just gave birth to a month and three days ago. The one she doesnt know about. The one I helped in the conception of fifteen years ago when I went there on an actual business trip at the beginning of my career, before I ever even met my wife. I got a call later, long distance, n