for a flimsy set of earbuds you’ll use only once. You would sleep, but the jerk-off behind you kicks your seat just irregularly enough that you don’t feel like confronting him. So you sit, silently, watching the little grey plane on the display move almost imperceptibly across an interminable blue expanse. You’ve never hated flying. But in your current state of mind, you find yourself wishing you were somewhere else. At a bar maybe, or the dingy apartment you lived in for a