i’m in the United Lounge at O’Hare and these are my thoughts:
- this is a soulless place, filled with lonely boys pulling carry-on luggage behind, talking stock option language on their cell phones
- best dealt with by listening to Fatboy Slim ‘Praise You’ on repeat
- and a gin tonic
- there’s something in the air
- i can’t stop sneezing
- is it the particulate souls of lonely boys?
- 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
- salty snacks