In transit

  Writing from the gap ‘There is a crack, a crack, in everything, that’s how the light gets in’ Leonard Cohen   This is written from the gap somewhere between safety and fear; between sanity and madness; between confusion and understanding; between health and cancer; between holding on and letting go….   Escape One   Looking through posts on social media: scrolling for meaning and distraction.   I was waiting for the gate to open, wishing my airline hadn’t fallen out with the Star Alliance cooperation which would enable me to bag drop at any major airline’s check-in point. The airport blanket of noise is punctuated with occasional beeps inside the terminal. There is muffled talking echoed into the great metal and glass cathedral structure, as it stood reverently, the St Christopher of travellers.   In the end I post:   Coffees: one from the machine groundside Earl Grey tea: one from the little café, also groundside Walkin...