cheating....

....as I mostly wrote this on december 6th, 2014.

 Scribblings from the Las Vegas Airport. Weird fucking place, believe it or not.

$12 beer and some tiny food.

I did not know this beer was $12 when I ordered it as a novelty item, a prop, an excuse to sit here longer and count time in people.

Slot machines and custom poker chips. Cowboy hats and iPads.

Airports are strange.

It's odd- I feel excited at the prospect of home and all the possibilities there, and on this next leg of journey, but already nostalgic for the things I just left.

I know from experience that this will fade but not disappear.

Collecting homesickness for places and people and moments.

The particular moments are gone forever. The places- I'll come back to some.

The people are more variable than all that.

Full moon again.

           Small things I should've scribbled down; I think even as I let them slide through the cracks and onto the floor.

Planes go much faster than makes a lot of sense.

I hope this next one is spacious as well. Perhaps a mistake. Everyone with their devices. Traveling alone (as with many other solo activities) is a very particular experience. Serendipitous, sometimes. 

The lady who's just sat down across from me ordered the exact same combination of tiny side foods I did when I arrived. It's like staring at a mirror, except she's older, business-like, Korean, fancy, friendly. 

It actually has not very much at all in common with staring at a mirror. But surely it means something, none the less!