Trans-Pacific Tetris- Jodi Kirkner

At this very moment, somewhere in the universe...

Or rather, in the world, one unfortunate person is on one of those cursed trans-pacific flights that seem never to end. They've probably already accidentally switched their in-seat viewing screen system to Russian and upon asking the native speaker to their left for assistance operating it, have gotten stuck watching the Lego Movie on repeat for 7 hours straight. In Cantonese. As they bore of it in the middle of their 3rd time through and start to drift off, the next musical number starts, jolting them back awake. Back into the hell of the economy-class cabin. After deciding they'll never fall asleep sitting upright in this manner, they pull down their tray table and try laying their head down on it. Twenty minutes later, still awake. The toddler in the seat behind them is awake now. He seems to be about as displeased with his mother as the flight attendant is with the man who threw up in Row H. And all of the passengers around him, I suppose. Giving up on rest, they push random buttons on their remote until, finally, the system freezes up and resets. Upon rebooting the system, they open the game screen and fall into a tetris-filled daze, thoughts of the earth forgotten in lieu of red and blue L-shaped tetronimos.