Schadenfreude (according to wikipedia) is a German word meaning ‘pleasure taken from someone else’s misfortune’.
I took pleasure from this video I posted today.
A lot of pleasure actually.
As a matter of fact I’m laughing while I’m typing this.
I’m not proud of myself.
But uhhh…
Boo Yaah.
Down Goes Frazier!
Down Goes Frazier!
I’m tired of taking
pictures of myself.
I’m tired of taking pictures of scenery
with no one in them.
A broken mirror dispersing and twisting
unpredictable shards of light and reflection.
How can it be that I know so many
and so few know me?
How can this be?
After all these years
of miles and handshakes
I am more alone than ever.
Careful boy.
It could be the airport fluorescence talking…
Chewing you up in between sticks of flavorless gum
and I am becoming this place.
I am the delay at the gate
I am the down faced Mexican custodian.
I am the mud smeared tile pattern delicately hopscotched by the wandering runaway child.
I am the moving walkway coming to an end moonwalked by security patrol.
Ohare is here and its now
And like it or not i am in Ohare. But I cannot let Ohare in me.
But its gotta be just the fluorescence talking and not me.
Its the security cameras that see this sadness and not me.
And the absurdity of our fate floats like the smell of bleach and microwave pizza.
Pushing the heavy air down and keeping me at this gate.
Delayed.
And the polyester flight attendant giggles away eating her vanilla cupcake.
And I sit here wishing for a change of scenery.
Something that will bring me back to the grass of my childhood.
Running with the dogs and waiting to be called in for lunch
and that smell of the vanilla cake from my mom’s kitchen
made me look forward to all the days ahead of me.
It was more than desert it was a promise.
And so I close my eyes and change my senses to the past.
Because it keeps Ohare out of me.
And I think of a new time.
And I make a new promise.
Gonna try something new.
Something with no cake this time.
A new promise with less light.
But thats just Ohare talkin.
