As I write this, I am in the place that I love more than most. I’m tucked away on a comfy couch in a full airport with no one to bother me. The only thing missing is a railway latte from Nescafe Cafe because they had no available tables when I walked past.I love opposites. Many who know me, know my slight obsession with ambiguity. A lot of the songs I write have separate emotions right after each other. I throw in lyrics like: ‘hurt heals my wounds’ and ‘i look down to the sky’...
Stuff like that, you know. And that is why I love airports. They are a land of opposite emotion. You can stand (as I did) on at the domestic arrivals and see people re-united and happy and crying tears of joy. Then you can take the escalator 2 floors up and be struck by a totally opposite emotional climate. The air is thicker, harder to breathe. I scan for families and see pending discomfort. Someone is leaving. Fracture.
And that’s why I’m neither smiling nor frowning. I’m stuck in the middle. Not just because I’m on the 2nd floor, but because today I say goodbye to a Joburg that I love and say hello to a father I do too.
(for those who didn’t like the title of this post, i must apologise. if i were the english teacher I would tell my student to change it. thankfully i’m still very much the student.)
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