In dreamland I rarely use a vehicle. Walking or running is good for a short distance—but mostly I fly. How? I flap my arms. It works great. I have no fear of heights or falling. I commute between venues, survey situations, evade pursuit, or explore for pleasure when there is no other reason to be on the move. I soar over magnificent landscapes and weird cityscapes. There is a proprioceptive and kinesthetic sense of wings with my arms, always pushing and shaping air, occasionally flickering at the edge of my vision. But, basically, I'm just flapping my arms. Flap!
2019-01-05
By Val Delane
This work is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0