Plane Spotting, Non-Euclidean Geometry, and Cultural Runtimes

Just watching the metal birds take-off. Sorry for the grainy photo. Whenever I feel emotionally tired, I decide to go to the airport for some plane spotting. I love planes, for no reason. Watching a big chunk of metal carrying people around just satisfies me. Today, I went to the local airport, watched planes alongside the approach air traffic control, and had some reflections in the back of my…