Las Vegas is one of the most amazing places in the world. Not because of how lush it is, or because of how the people survive there, or what you’d usual think about a place that is called amazing. It is amazing because it captures the best and worst of human nature in one vast area.
Flying in, you see nothing but a massively desert, huge mountains screaming up from nothing – and in the middle of it all sits this gleaming oasis of man-made ingenuity. But when you get there…everything feels so…fake. It’s all great facades and dancing girls and fast cars. It’s all so comically superficial. Looking back on it, I feel almost sick thinking that I was even there. It made me feel like I was dirty, or just unclean in some weirdly religious kind of way. I would go again, but it still wouldn’t feel right. You get a sense that no one is who they say, and everything is built only too mask truth. And the truth is; it’s not a nice place.
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