Allow me to hijack Mr. Dave Hickey's words for motives much less pure than his: "It's the strangest thing. I have lived in a lot of cities, some of them for substantial lengths of time, but I have never thought of any of them as home. I thought of them as "where I'm living now." Then, the other morning, I woke up and realized that Las Vegas has, indeed, become my home––that I routinely think of it as such. Somehow, in the few years that I have been living here and traveling out of here, this most un-homelike of cities has come to function for me as a kind of moral bottom-line––as secular refuge and a source of comforts and reassurances that are unavailable elsewhere––as a home, in other words." B
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