Driving through the darkness with no direction. A golden saucer oasis growing larger in the distance. Curiosity handily defeating good sense. Empty elevators framed in an eerie silence. Literally thousands of garish lights crammed into right angles. Wan and sallow reflections on the memory of vacant faces. The cloying smell of cigarettes hardwired into walls and carpet. A social and behavioral psychologists' dream-lab. Memories purchased with pounds of flesh disguised as plastic and paper. The only happiness is the joy tourists bring with them before they go to die.
12:04 p.m. - 2018-08-27
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