I have dreams of enacting this harsh and cruel therapy.
Where someone pays me to make someone think their plane is crashing. To put the fear of death in them. To make them wake up and see that it’s not all guaranteed that being grumpy on this plane is pointless right now. To appreciate what was and what is.
And when it’s all coming to a head and the waking up is beginning, right then right the plane rights itself, the chaos comes to a stable place and he/she, our secret client wakes up.
Whether everyone else is a dummy or a plant and how to let airlines let me get away with this is still up in the air. (Pun absolutely intended).
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