Enroute

 A playlist for occupying the space between sky and ocean.

Dirty Beaches True Blue

Echo & The Bunnymen All My Colours

The Chameleons View From A Hill

Girls Names Black Saturday

Jessica Lea Mayfair Our Hearts Are Wrong

Kings Of Convenience Misread

Raveonettes With My Eyes Closed

Toro Y Moi Divina

Warpaint Undertow

Washed Out Feel It All Around

                                          

 Jared sitting next to some dude who would much rather

be swimming in a pool full of alien cocoons.

Being trapped on a plane means having to partake in a stranger's flatulence from beginning to end. I have broken down the stages of suffering.

1. Its subtle at first, making only your nose crinkle and nostrils flare.
2. Then the furrowed brow.
3. At this point you realize you are now breathing in air that has  
    passed through someone's anus. This realization induces an       
    overwhelming sensation of anger.
4. After the anger subsides the theories begin to formulate as to what
    the perpetrator may have eaten to produce such a vile odor.

In this particular instance my brothers and I concluded that this person must have eaten an aborted Garbage Pale Kid.

Left: Adam's inflight snack                                             Right: Adam in a smoking chamber