I might be compelled to fly sometime, and it makes me very uncomfortable.

On why I don’t fly, and why I might have to compromise my own principles.

Photo by the author, from one of the last times he flew, in 2009.

I’ve not taken a flight in well over a decade. In 2009 I had a family holiday in Kenya, and a university trip to Italy. Between them, the two trips totted up no less than eight flights in total (!), and that was more than I could bear — I knew very well the…