No, I don’t know what I mean by that. I just know that the phrase popped into my head. It popped into my head after a particularly gruesome few days of bad airport food, long lines, trashy paperbacks, and jet-lagged, sweaty nights.
What would you do? Designate an armchair for reading three Emily Dickinson poems each night? Set your iPod to play Cocteau Twins all the time? Go out and look for handmade chocolates? Make sure to watch the horizon at sunset from the plane windows?