There are so many passages in my mind that sound so eloquent yet when transfered morph into horrible prose. When trying to describe Las Vegas I sounded long speeches in my mind that sounded of Faulkner, great stuff, so poetic, but yeah they sounded like a cheap crime novel when I put them down yesterday. Example? The city is glossed over, full of shine and glitter, hiding the grime and sadness right beneath its neon surface. I should just call the city a “dame” and put on a fedora. “The dame was pure white innocence in a dirty city, can’t play in the dirt and leave spotless I wanted to tell her...” See what I mean, cheesy right? Moral of the story, never trust myself. I am afloat in cheesy phrases 99% of the time. Anyone want some nachos?
I really don’t like Vegas. I despise Vegas. Everything is fake and imported. I have yet to meet someone from Las Vegas. My cab driver was from East Africa. Waiter from California. I guess Vegas is a young city, and nothing was here before it I mean NOTHING. Coming in on the plane you get wide vistas of absolute nothingness stretching in every direction, its barren desert, then there is this city that seems a mockery of everything. It has Italian architecture without the class and scale of Italy. Okay here’s something humorous - Pirate Bay, Venetian - this is a DESERT!!! Why not at least go with the landscape and build something that matches close to the surrounding area. But that's what this place is isn’t it? Its the flash without the substance. Felt suddenly convicted. Am I the flash without the substance? Casino that I think describes Vegas the best The Mirage.
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