High Altitude Weeping

Ian Bogost and I were talking about the danger of watching movies on planes that have any emotional resonance in them whatsoever.

One is alone at high altitude, on a sofa in the sky. One's time and space is derealized and emotions become (Ian's term) decoupled from rationality.

Yes. It's like the Buddhist bardo. Your emotions go berserk in the absence of a familiar reference point.