Where is the money? Where does it go?
Visited family in lost wages over the holiday. The city only offers hints of the late 90's family incorporated style I grew up with. A failure to attract that market resulted in its now dusty glamor hidden behind barriers and infrastructure. Covered up skeletons of non sensical forms. Everywhere a reminder that you should be inside.
In one of many of the rooms in the in the desert city my family gathered and ate food. We watched a magic show that made me feel as excited as when I did in 1997 watching Michael Flatley grace the stage in Lord of the Dance -also in Las Vegas. I look forward to funny traditions of going to shows, my dad sometimes taking jokes to far, and going off to "sneak" a cigarette in the casino.
me on the plane reading this like "uhm I will take just a soda water and a cookie please" *pushes up glasses*
No specific theme for this GTNR episode, just recalling feelings and comprehending new ones in this familiar but changing desert city. I re-read this book on the flight to and kept this in mind as I made the mix and took photos. Am I welcome? Is anyone? Should they be? There is nothing quite like the way the sun grabs you, a reminder that it desires a soft flesh.
join me in dat lost wages feelin
og recorded Nov-Dec 25
og recorded Nov-Dec 25
