repetition

Two girls sitting in identical positions on their respective seats (one

behind the other), phones held in one hand, and that peculiar hunch as they

type their messages to somebody or other. I couldn’t help but think of the

time I was on an interstate flight coming back to Melbourne, and the TV

screens all the way down to first class were showing Brian Wilson’s lonely

face staring back at me, just before they winked off for our landing approach.