:53:23
Every stewardess goes
to Heaven.
:53:26
That land of gestures
and pantomimes...
:53:29
stiff smiles
and reheated trays.
:53:34
And I stay behind, alone again,
in the white expanse.
:53:49
White must be the color of death.
:53:52
Dull, inane white.
:53:54
The white of nothing.
:54:19
Is this death?
:54:22
No.
:54:25
This is not death.
:54:27
This is Heaven,
the heaven of stewardesses.