I was in Vegas for six days, wherein I welcomed the New Year along with two of my gals. Haven't been in a bit, I've forgotten how aesthetically beautiful and breathtaking the Strip is: the luxurious hotels, the grand casinos, the exquisite bars, the marvelous architecture, the gorgeous art, the mesmerizing lights, the live music, the high fashion, the sports cars, the gorgeous women, the attractive men, naked bodies, the intoxicating thrill of the nightlife, so on and so forth. Perhaps anything that the naked eye could ever possibly covet is of abundance there. The same way a dark night is always accompanied by a bright day, however, with anything that glistens also comes bleakness. As Murakami put it, “Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow...” (although ‘darkness’ in itself is merely the absence of light... hm.. but that's another topic for, perhaps, another day).
Been wading through much, as I often am. The plight of an analytical mind paired with an elusive heart. As I traversed through the city, explored the hotels inspired by different nations and different landmarks, marveled at the view of the city on top of the tallest buildings as the cold breeze caressed my skin, dined with my gals, met new people, engaged men who approached me in conversation, smiled, laughed, watched the nuances as they inevitably began to strip themselves intellectually in formulating answers to my questions, responses to my remarks, allured by the challenge, fueled with curiosity, drank, danced, then left, amused by the odds of me ever seeing any of them ever again. Everything that the naked eye could ever possibly covet is all there, and it is seductive... On the surface. Because amidst and underneath all the glitz and the glam that surrounded me was this deep, deep sense of emptiness... (continued ⬇️)