People wander like cockeyed Buddhas through the anarchy, overwhelmed by the artificial brilliance. Kristen points out the ease with which some of them feed their tokens into the slots, sometimes playing two machines at once. They work the slots and light their long cigarettes with the same implacable, hypnotic method. How effortless they make the procedure look, dumping their savings into twinkling boxes: simple, like breathing or wiping your nose. Going for broke takes no effort at all.
I'm trying to connect the implications of this aberration when I'm tackled by yet another delirious distraction. There is always something nearby to snap you out of the horror of a clear thought and plunge you pell-mell back into the dreamy nonsense of ordinary events.
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