Changing Planes

Then came a child trotting to school with his little backpack. He trotted on all fours, neatly, his hands in leather mitts or boots that protected them from the pavement, he was pale, with small eyes, and a snout, but he was adorable. from Changing PlanesThe misery of waiting for a connecting flight at an airport leads to the accidental discovery of alighting on other planesnot airplanes but planes of existence. Ursula Le Guins deadpan premise frames a series of travel accounts by the tourist-n ...