You 691 - Joanna Jet Me And

Whatever it is, the signal is clear: There is a Joanna. There is a Jet. There is a You. And at coordinate 691, something either ends or begins.

Perhaps 691 is the countdown. Six seconds to decide. Nine meters to the door. One chance left. joanna jet me and you 691

Or perhaps 691 is the altitude. They are already in the jet. The "me and you" is happening at 69,100 feet, where the sky turns black and the only thing that matters is the person in the next seat. "Joanna Jet, Me and You, 691" works because it refuses to explain itself. It is a three-panel haiku for the industrial age: A person, a relationship, a number. Whatever it is, the signal is clear: There is a Joanna