Airport Dispatch, July 15th

we're scotland-bound, baby

The following dispatch comes from Terminal C of Logan Airport, 12:29 pm.

Your devoted reporter is surrounded by carry-on baggage and bottles of ridiculously expensive pressed juice. Travelers deboard and queue to get to their destinations around me, while I just sit here, wondering why I arrived so goddamn early.

Where am I going? Scotland! Why? My beloved friend is getting married! I’ve got a speech to deliver and dresses to wear. The speech is too long. The dresses look like fairy costumes. I cannot wait.

I haven’t sent out a missive for a while, mostly because there wasn’t much to say. I spend my days at the beach or selling soaps. I go see my friends in NY and NJ and their children make me laugh. I am slogging through Moby Dick, determined, for once, to read it cover to cover. The cat sees ghosts. In this way, my summer is passing quite quickly.

Without a doubt, there will be stories to share from Edinburgh and beyond. I have zero expectations and boundless enthusiasm, for once. Let the Scottish wind blow where it may, and I shall follow along happily!

Before I finish editing down this gushing speech, allow me to share some bits and bobs about my travels…

Listening to: “The Harrowed And The Haunted” by the Decemberists.

The Decemberists are my travel companions, always. This song is particularly good.

Reading: I brought a contemporary novel instead of Moby Dick for the plane, because I want to finish another book before the month ends. Today’s choice was Little Rot by Akwaeke Emezi. I’ve never read one of their books but I’m loving this one so far. Very atmospheric and enticing. The characters are wonderful.

Watching: I’m an insufferable lunatic who loves early Jean-Luc Goddard films, but I don’t know too much about him. The library video app Kanopy has a documentary called Godard Cinema that I’m ¾ of the way through. It’s slow going, and I feel like I’m back in first year film studies at St Andrews when I watch it, but the interviews and clips are really fascinating. I’m glad I didn’t live in France in the 60s but…. I retrospectively love France in the 60s.

Wearing: I’m currently obsessed with Lush’s American Cream perfume, which smells just like the addictive conditioner I use. It’s so summery and sweet without being candy-ish. And it’s not super strong – you’re welcome, seatmates.

Look out for another email or two from my spiritual homeland. I’ll be home on the 29th. Soar Alba!