The streets of Vegas are usually so glittering, distracting that we never wonder about the penthouses or the secret clubs, the basement squatters, the bunkers. Pandemic Vegas is pressurized Vegas, Vegas underground, secrets kept openly like before but even more so. Tempting to say that Vegas in a pandemic and among and obtrusive construction on the main strip (the only sound for miles) is depressing but saying so simplifies Vegas itself. I took the same three highways in a loop while N slept and even though I became enraged, the landscape kept me peaceful, the sunlight drooped over dirty mountains in the most soothing of ways so who cares if I was lost. The Sahara cursed me and it felt like a tease. He never took 360 footage of our interiors so how can I relive it? We lived so carelessly at The Sahara we threw away our souvenirs though N bemoaned their loss all throughout the desert landscape on the 40 south. I transformed at The Sahara.I fell in love at the Sahara without meaning to and I don’t know how to get the feeling back or make it go away. I didn’t even care that they were overpriced. Why did I ever leave The Sahara? I bought a pair of perfect sunglasses from the gift shop and never took them off.
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