Unanalog

I love flying. I hate queues at check-in. I love airports. I hate to take my laptop out of its case for inspection. I love looking at planes moving on the tarmac. I love seeing people from all over the world. I love the takeoff. I hate the minuscule legroom. I love the views, the tiny cars, the tiny houses, the tiny trees.
Recently over the Atlantic, close to Canada, I saw those tiny pieces of styrofoam floating on the water. Wait a second, that's not styrofoam, that's ice! "Cool" I thought, "Icebergs". I turned around and the KLM stewart looked over my shoulder and said with a sigh "Back when I started this job, this was all ice, it was all white".
Sad.