Unreal City

Vegas. At the Paris casino, a fake tower under a fake sky, but very real slot machines. In fact, those might be the only real things here. The Bellagio has delusions of grandeur, the Mirage, where I'm staying is a trailer park stacked thirty floors or so high. New York New York smells wrong, but looks right--except for the slot machines.

And since the tigers ate that guy, things just aren't the same around here.

Day after tomorrow, to the nuclear test sight. We're not allowed to take cameras, so it's good to know, when the end of the world does come--isn't that what the nuclear tests were, a dress rehersal for the end--we won't have to worry about lack of documentation.