united lounge

i’m in the United Lounge at O’Hare and these are my thoughts:

  1. this is a soulless place, filled with lonely boys pulling carry-on luggage behind, talking stock option language on their cell phones
  2. best dealt with by listening to Fatboy Slim ‘Praise You’ on repeat
  3. and a gin tonic
  4. there’s something in the air
  5. i can’t stop sneezing
  6. is it the particulate souls of lonely boys?
  7. then a baby in a sleeper crawls up to one and pulls himself to a wavering stand on the armrest. a smile breaks the monotone grey skies in the lounge
  8. salty snacks