First of all I arrive at LAX, the weight from the realisation that it was happening, it was on! Had hit me like a boulder that had two straps attached to it and had jumped on my back. Then, I realised that the weight wasn’t just metaphoric, but was actually also the weight of my bag. This snail had made their shell too big and now I was here, feeling a lack of arm strength, and rationality to fully compute and absorb reality properly. A consequence from being pelted into the sky across the ocean, over the rainbow; where I’m not sure whether every American’s dreams really do come true… I’ve reached LA. Over weight and over loud airport staff stand like army sergeants aggressive as they shove every one into a queue long enough to
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