October 24, 2016:

Smell of quiche and cinnamon, smell of lavatory, sound of silverware clattering, sound of voices over sound of engine. Sound of flight attendant asking if I want things, although I've told her I want nothing.

Flight of very old women and men, many brought aboard in wheelchairs. One of the men grabs my seatback to hoist himself to his feet, rudely waking me from exhausted though fitful dreams.

"These young people nowadays have so much energy..."