I love how precisely you've captured the contradictions of Vegas in this -- the seedy glory of it, the masks of its desperation. And the end is brilliant and weirdly thought-provoking in its humor (would those condoms hurt?).
When I went to Vegas, I felt crushed by it, by its fakery and its money-grubbing. But you found a way to write beauty out of it.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away". (P.B. Shelley, "Ozymandias"... and did he know what he was writing about!)
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I love how precisely you've captured the contradictions of Vegas in this -- the seedy glory of it, the masks of its desperation. And the end is brilliant and weirdly thought-provoking in its humor (would those condoms hurt?).
When I went to Vegas, I felt crushed by it, by its fakery and its money-grubbing. But you found a way to write beauty out of it.
You're amazing.
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Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
(P.B. Shelley, "Ozymandias"... and did he know what he was writing about!)
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