My playlist for when I’m on an airplane is called “time travel”

On it is Brian Eno’s “Here Come the Warm Jets,” then his entire Ambient 1: Music for Airports album, plus one song at the end by Loudon Wainwright, “Motel Blues.” I like hearing Loudon wail about being lonely on the road and needing to be saved after all that floatiness.

Time travel is a lonesome endeavor.

On airplanes I’ve missed entire days crossing the international dateline.

Or, worse, lived the same day twice.