It dawned on me, as I was writing this strip, that the last time I was on a plane, I was still a minor. Not that minor though, it was the summer of 1995, and I was just a shade under seventeen, so it's not like I was too young to remember what it's like. It's just, you know, been a while. (Time flies when you're grounded, I suppose.) From what I've seen, aviation hasn't changed much since, except maybe for the tighter security, so I guess I can't say I've missed out on faster, more comfortable, more technologically advanced flights, can I? This strip also made me realize that if I had travelled around, if I had seen the world, if I had a passport, this comic would be something completely different, or it might not exist at all. This comic is little more than the result of my thousands of hours of inner traveling. I can say that I know myself absolutely and entirely. And geographically. I'm my world and I've seen it all. And it will have to do for now. Because hey, Hawaii is not going anywhere, is it? Now go to bed, Adis!