I forgot many things. One of which was my camera which is too bad because the photo ops won't quit. I will attempt to describe some of the relevant scene and sights when I return tomorrow.
But in the meantime I can put it this way, the first day we arrived I reacted with what must have been a full on panic attack. I ran out of the hotel in a kind of shock, talking out loud to myself, and trying to grasp onto a method to leave this place with more desperation than I ever recall having. Having traveled here five hours through the extreme heat of alien landscape through the vast Mojave desert, arriving to 100,000's of people crowding the bladerunner like street scenes, I felt trapped in a way I hadn't before. Trapped by the environment. Trapped by the location as I would parish trying to walk out. Trapped even in my own body. In short, I fully freaked.
I am normally terrified to fly, but actually would have been happy to ride in the talons of a Teradactyl by my delicates that day.
I talked myself down, got over it through some pretty radical new insights about what it means to be alive. I found my new motto to be, "How one deals with Vegas is how one deals with life", because Vegas is an amped up version of the world, from one point of view. I found that going through both, looking for small graces, does the trick very well.
See you soon.