Last night i was missing one of my suitcases at shimer but it was time to go so we left with what we had. buckethead was there in the airport but he had a metal bucket over his entire head? and he obviously couldn’t see the signs directing him to his flight. so i touched him to tell him who i was and he was just hanging onto my hand and i was trying to be polite but people wanted to talk and he needed to make this flight. so i took my one suitcase from the luggage cart there and we broke from the group i was with and went in search of the plane. like it was just silently decided and agreed upon that i was going wherever bucket was going, the whole time holding tight.