Diary of a dad 2
Through a dirty airplane window Nevada is grubby and brown, on first glance, but then you look closer. There is an incredible depth and richness of color: burgundy, tan, sepia, chocolate, crimson, rust, oak, rusted oak, midnight black. Line and shadow on sugar-capped ridges, Mandelbrot lakeshores, an enormous dam, the cliffs around it ringed with white at the bottom, like the sole of a sneaker. The valleys look desolate, impassable. The towns-settlements they looked like, really, in their novelty, and in their obvious impermanence, where the roofs of the houses are the same colors as the landscape, and only the grid pattern and the teardrop pools give away that they are, in fact, man-made -are beautiful. Who am I to look down at this and grumble? Who am I to wish I wasn’t here?
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There are any number of reasons to come to this place. Many involve sin. It’s right there in the name. I’m here for work, a conference. The hotel, which is also a casino, is gigantic, the size of twenty malls stacked on top of one another, and is connected to a mall, and it’s also a mall itself. The whole strip is a mall. Malls within malls. Work says I can expense what I need while I’m here. Well what if I need a $50 lunch? Sure, no problem. (Is a $50 lunch a sin? It sure feels like one.)
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I tried on some Cartier sunglasses on my way to the meeting room. The clerk could tell I wasn’t there to buy, I think, but she indulged me anyway. And today I am dressed like a man who could plausibly afford Cartier. Just straight-up larping. But I realized as I left that this type of thing isn’t harmless, that fantasizing isn’t harmless – if I’d had the money, I could picture myself buying them on the spot. I know no person on earth needs $600 sunglasses. I know that.
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I won’t go back past that place tomorrow. Indulging a fantasy lays a blueprint for action, and honestly, I can’t trust my brain when it so easily turns want into need. It’s real simple to fool yourself when you act the part well.
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“Change is the only constant.” “We’re going to disrupt disruption.” “Transforming the industry.” “Harnessing technology” and “leading the future.” This is the vision. To me it just sounds like a joke. I’ve been mocking this language for years. (It hasn’t helped, if you can believe that.) And anyway, my jokes dry up fast in the face of my livelihood. I have to buy into this, or my family will suffer. At a certain point, it doesn’t matter if it’s bullshit: the checks are very real.
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At meetings I keep a rosary in my pocket as kind of a comfort. I clutch the beads and say Aves in my head when I’m low. I forgot it today though so I couldn’t keep count.
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It’s funny to think that I’m here, surrounded by luxury, bombarded by buzzwords, in a room full of affluent people in the middle of a giant mall in the desert, saying prayers in my mind while clapping at nonsense, making every last effort to care, but still just wanting to leave. Because, really, I’m blessed to be here. I’m blessed to have work, however unfulfilling, and I’m blessed to be able to support my family. I’m eating and drinking for free. How ungrateful can I be? Many of the people in those waffle towns, the ones I saw from the plane, they probably wish they had it so good.