Two hundred years ago a trip across the Atlantic would have meant
over a month on a creaky, leaky sailing vessel
with no guarantees.
Young arrogant adventurers facing constant peril
One hundred and twenty years ago
My grandfather’s westward passage on a steamship
took five or six days
...Without return passage...
He was a young man leaving home
For the unknown
I am hurtling east across the great Atlantic in a cramped and sometimes shaky silver bullet.
This flight takes around six hours.
Unsure if the shrinking planet will survive
Another century At this rate.
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