I’ve never really enjoyed flying. I’ve taken buses across the continental United States and dealt with certifiably insane people on Amtrak just to avoid airplanes. I’ve wasted days to avoid hours. I’ve found excuses not to go places that I probably should have gone. I’ve always known it was ridiculous, but that’s the thing with irrational fears: they’re completely irrational. Knowing doesn’t help. But now I’m a photographer and work across Southeast Asia and fly quite a lot. So I had to get over the irrational fear. So now I just take photos to distract myself. And xanax. One is a placebo and the other works like a charm, I just haven’t figured out which is which.