Reading that, i just have to say i love your style. With the exception of the apparently necessary use of meth, that description makes me want to live there. thats how good you made it sound.
Clearly I need to describe some of the horrible parts next. *laugh*
I wrote a little snippet for placesyouhaunt, went on a walk to clear my head, and just could not stop thinking about the damn pirate ship. *laugh* See any other town, you're tweaking at 2 AM, there's nothing to do. You hang around the apartment and speedbabble. In Vegas? Well, you can go to the pirate ship. It's ridiculous. No one should ever live in that city. The city itself is an enabler. :)
See any other town, you're tweaking at 2 AM, there's nothing to do. You hang around the apartment and speedbabble. Well, there is sex, drinking, strip clubs, 24hour coffee shops, walking through snow covered streets not wearing enough clothes, but nothing entertaining or theme park like to do. Oh, and lists. You write a lot of lists. BTW, the story was...intense.
You have put your finger on why I have never liked Vegas. As you said, exactly like living in a 24-hour theme park. All surface, with the grimy underworkings that make it function hidden out of sight. There is no time there; no clocks in the casinos, and nothing ever closes, and hours and days pass without differentiation.
Being there made me feel rootless and adrift, desperate for something real and meaningful, something to mark the passing time so that it wouldn't slip out of my fingers and be lost.
There's nothing shallower than a theme park, a place entirely devoted to pleasure. It can be fine for a day, but it's no way to live. It's not real, and it gets to you, and makes you unreal.
Like Pleasure Island, in Pinocchio. Eventually you turn into a donkey.
It's not real, and it gets to you, and makes you unreal.
*nods* And drugs are the coping mechanism we used. Want to enhance the surreality? Drop acid and wander around the MGM Grand. Want to feel like you're actually in control? Crystal meth, and lots of it. And that enhances the rootless feeling re: time-sense, actually. It puts you in sync with the city, as much as you can be.
Your description of Vegas gave me the shivers, and not in a good way. I've been to parties that felt that shallow and artifical, that forced. The idea of entire city like that... gah!
and yet... it kinda reminds me of a theatre, surely there's another story behind the glitter and glitz? Other lives behind the scenery? The very real lives of the people that make the place run? I'm willing to bet it's very differnt from the public face too.
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I wrote a little snippet for placesyouhaunt, went on a walk to clear my head, and just could not stop thinking about the damn pirate ship. *laugh* See any other town, you're tweaking at 2 AM, there's nothing to do. You hang around the apartment and speedbabble. In Vegas? Well, you can go to the pirate ship. It's ridiculous. No one should ever live in that city. The city itself is an enabler. :)
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Well, there is sex, drinking, strip clubs, 24hour coffee shops, walking through snow covered streets not wearing enough clothes, but nothing entertaining or theme park like to do. Oh, and lists. You write a lot of lists. BTW, the story was...intense.
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I keep starting to type more and stopping. I think that is all I need to say. Excellent.
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Being there made me feel rootless and adrift, desperate for something real and meaningful, something to mark the passing time so that it wouldn't slip out of my fingers and be lost.
There's nothing shallower than a theme park, a place entirely devoted to pleasure. It can be fine for a day, but it's no way to live. It's not real, and it gets to you, and makes you unreal.
Like Pleasure Island, in Pinocchio. Eventually you turn into a donkey.
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*nods* And drugs are the coping mechanism we used. Want to enhance the surreality? Drop acid and wander around the MGM Grand. Want to feel like you're actually in control? Crystal meth, and lots of it. And that enhances the rootless feeling re: time-sense, actually. It puts you in sync with the city, as much as you can be.
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and yet... it kinda reminds me of a theatre, surely there's another story behind the glitter and glitz? Other lives behind the scenery? The very real lives of the people that make the place run? I'm willing to bet it's very differnt from the public face too.
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