I looked up as an airplane shot up in to the sky beyond the carpet factory building and then i felt less isolated because out there people are going somewhere i pictured them on the airplane with a screwdriver in hand like something out of fight club. escaping. i need to go to there too. every half hour or so one shoots up again, and again. the flight route path from the island airport is right here beyond liberty village and then up far away. I smile when I think of them.