oh vegas, you sparkling strip of lights and highrise facades. fanatical thought zooms by as we rushed the night and tomorrow through to your town. I wrote you a note and left it for no one to find as none look around anymore for anything less than wavering bills held down by the tips of ideas. Here's what I wrote in a spurt of seated whims at the desk of the penthouse:
No place. Everywhere, confused to be somewhere. Playing nowhere to know where the gamse are played. Second place. Third place. Placing none. No names to be anyplace. Being everyplace. Placing where everywhere becomes noplace for those everyplace pacing nowhere. Where are we?
Supernaturaldelight! spanning days for what felt like years in the dream box. Curved victorian fads and pinstripped walls bleeding in frames of flowing flowers. What happened to the hallway?
adieu till next time you desert space
