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a jet swirling contrails

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

San Francisco, 2015.04.19

As we came over the last range of mountains I spotted another plane coming from the south (left). It was running along the range of mountains about 50m above the clouds, spinning two contrails that swirled in its wake. We passed within about 300m of each other, at different altitudes. It was all over in about twenty seconds; startling but beautiful.

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov