Crossing the Atlantic on that new day was supposed to be a sharp delineation, a from-now-on demarcation in my life story. What I took off from was not supposed to arrive with me upon landing or ever pulse in me again. From the ocean and sky and the hours in flight, I intended to extract a selective, permanent amnesia.
Laurie Perez, The Look of Amie Martine
amnesia, detachment, flight, identity, life-story, self-awareness, transatlantic