Flying through what felt like old school buildings- a red-tailed hawk being trapped, and setting him free- knowing that later They will come to find what i have done, the broken windows and missing bird, but feeling like i'm plenty ahead of Them.

driving by the airport on our escape. all the lights are out, there are people outside with flags trying to wave the planes away because it is not safe for them to land. the pilots cannot see them in the night. a small group of onlookers and i watch as one plane crashes audibly beyond the terminal building; another tries to correct the mistake too late and the body of the plane crashes around the control tower and topples it in fire.

the realization that my flight will be canceled, and that i will have to keep moving forward, on foot, to my destination.