The Eastern seaboard is never dark – a skein of lights runs along it, always visible. Islands of dark rather than islands of light.
Airports–as well as railway stations–are always somewhat erotic to me. I think because they are a liminal space, and they contain the potential for a kind of casual intimacy, or, as Sondheim put it “moments in the woods.” Not that I’ve ever had one of those moments.
The best thing about having your own TARDIS would be the ability to travel and have your home surrounding you at the same time.
Whenever I am flying at night, I always hope to see a UFO.
I’m always disappointed that I don’t have major revelations when listening to slightly obscure but hip music while staring out a plane/bus/train window and watching the world go by. I mean, those moments are always so revelatory in the movies!
Do not try to fly from Newark to Greenville/Spartanburg SC. Your flight will be cancelled. Twice. And you’ll have to go into/out of Columbia SC anyway, so you might as well book your flight there to start with.