Pilot saw the first sign and was at once antagonized. The imposition of “Here” on the sign was at once bothersomely burdensome as well as somehow confronting, like an admission of guilt that could not possibly be contained.
Tick tick tick. Suddenly he heard his own ticking, the clockwork of his own mechanism he once more knew destiny’s dismal countdown.
Why dismal, Pilot adversity had long been its lonesome companion, then: studying as long and closely as he has Pilot had missed (entirely!) The point until now, pilot’s personality for dragging and cumbersome epic from his past expects as much adversity of this examples that it said now I see what ‘that’ item is, which holds is back.
It is an affectation based on our past, which, when you’re traumatized means that it is (probably) a fear-based physical, atavistic aversion reaction. Malevolently, that aversion certain circumstances plus opportunities given that life beholds for us, in a word, had stymied Pilot, until now.
He could still hear that loud ticking, resounding in his auditory canals. tick tick tick
Elevator really was an exceptional device, even if sensitive, thought Pilot gratuitously, if complacently grateful. This took a few parsecs processing power then was passed over for more serious considerations, namely, tick tick, work devices.
Pilot was so seriously, and easily antagonized even as he appeared to swim in silence.
Not having an ‘I’ meant not having a ‘here’ as well, couldn’t they all see that?
“Being able to talk passionately about something without needing to talk about yourself is crucially important.” —The Elevator Pilot Training Manual
THE ELEVATOR PILOT
- Pulls together art, theater, poetry, graphs, agence,
- Instagram stories / IGTV, YouTube
- Relative reference
A modest start