November 12th, 2004.

The longest day.
An unfinished 'Meanwhile.'

The following article was left unfinished and unedited and should be read as such. Notes can be found below the article.

My day started with breakfast in India, a mid morning snack over the Arabian Sea and lunch in Abu Dhabi, deep in the deserts of the Middle East. I watched the sunset over the the European Alps and right at that moment, as the clouds became molten red volcanic lava, I felt like I was the only person in the sky, as if God himself had granted me wings and made me an angel for an hour.

After dinner in London I watched from above as Britain's capital sparkled as fireworks shot into the air exploding into a glittering spectrum of colors. And now, after the longest 'jet-set' day of my life I am home again. It's late though, and I'm tired. So forgive me, it's been a very long day and I must get some sleep.

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Time of death : Not specified
There's something very weird about being able to get on a plane and be transported from the hectic shores of far away land back to somewhere familiar. In many respects these planes feel like time machines, compressing journeys that once took perhaps months, into just a few hours; a couple of movies and a meal and you're half way to the other side of the world.