On Scotland & the reason we need to celebrate art in all forms

the performances, the crowds, the love of art, the release of anxiety (this might be a part 1)

My trip to Scotland was horrible.

For 24 hours, I waited for delayed planes, got ill in tiny bathrooms with surly Irish flight attendants who cut eyes at me after each exit because I got up yet again during the “seatbelts on!” time. There were crying babies and splitting headaches and an inability to concentrate on the work I thought I’d do in transit.

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