My friends split. I am alone in Vegas.
I will stay a few days to just wander in a city I would never come to “on purpose”. The casino scene not my scene.
Yet I need to be anonymous and totally alone. Three weeks in a camper van with 5 people preceded by the Lucie Awards in Hollywood and my general lifestyle of often being with many has me seeking anonymity as a luxury, a treasure. I have zero plan except to have no plan.
The health club sounds nice, watch some movies I never saw, and just being a street photographer is all I seek. Why not just go home? Well even home will bring up obligations and I don’t want anything to think about.
I “disappear” like this every few years. Need to. Yet something I cannot imagine will happen.
Probably. Or not.