𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.⁣

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I would be less than original to speak of the oddity of 2020. It is easy to feel a passenger in a runaway train.⁣ The words of Ozzy Osbourne flow through my head as the days seem to rush by like the landscapes through the coach windows,

And yet, some days seem like I am stuck at a train station in an episode of Twilight Zone. Nothing is moving and I see no one beyond the other three in my home.

Will the train whistle finally signal an actual ticket out? Or can I commandeer a plane? At least, I have my imagination.
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𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝗪𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨?