august 18, 11:13, GMT-3

...too bad I can't take a picture of this... The wide 747 wing, and the moonlit white clouds below... a starry sky nearly touching the clouds by an unseen horizon... really looks like a painting. ...one of those dark, surreal paintings... the clouds resemble stage smoke... yes, it seems that the earth is merely a stage, ready for a concert right now... the flashing star lights just expecting for something to happen. ...perhaps something is indeed bound to. ...this not to mention the Grieg songs that were on the plane's audio channel 8... ...a memory? ..."Gattaca"... I guess. ...I should now be in the very middle of the way, 4.5 hours after takeoff. Still a long way to go... ...between one song and another, a female voice comments something about the classical tunes. ...reminds me a LOT of Chatterbox (from GTA3)... ...and now I caught myself laughing... remembering one of the last times I was in Sanca... when I sat with Dag and Alex and we just stayed there listening to the Chatterbox... those are times to be registered, to be remembered. And to long for.

every now and then I can see something "drawn" on empty spaces between the clouds... very funny... I used to look for things on the clouds themselves, never on the empty spaces between them. ...well, there's a first time for (nearly) everything. ...maybe I just need some sleep... I certainly do so. ...Will arrive in Jo'burg 0400, GMT-3. Local time will be 0900, GMT+2. ...so there goes one regular night of my sleep (this is usually the time I sleep anyway).

...As soon as I get there, my #1 task is to set up a base. Is to set up us the bomb, and all your base are belong to us. Then I will take off every 'Zig'... If you are reading this boring-to-hell/pain-in-the-ass post, it is most certainly because I did manage to do so.

will shut the notebook down now... and let everyone here sleep...hahaha the light from the screen is really bothering even me.

CYX out!