Las Vegas｜How to Fall in Love with a City That Doesn’t Really Exist

My feelings for Las Vegas are complicated — not exactly love, not exactly hate. The strongest feeling is that it’s Fake. How can you truly love or hate something so intangible?🙌👌 I bought a few postcards. Las Vegas feels like a postcard itself — gilded letters, dazzling lights, endless parties, but it could all pop at the slightest touch. It’s also like a giant, shimmering soap bubble — glowing and elusive, in many ways a blown-up version of its own landmark, the Sphere. Copies of famous buildings from around the world are crammed into this tiny place: a fake Eiffel Tower, Empire State Building, pyramids, and hotels that call themselves palaces — stacked together like oversized Lego blocks. Over-the-top neon lights, instant gratification, sensory overload — all easier to get than a meal.💕❤️ This city tries so hard to make people leave their lives, money, and dreams here. Every hotel corridor, every highway twists like a maze — making it hard to leave even if you want to. I almost missed my flight driving to the airport because I took a wrong turn.😊👍 A city built in the middle of the desert that shouldn’t exist — such a false dream, so artificial that I needed alcohol to see its beauty. Las Vegas is most beautiful late at night when I’m tipsy, walking down the Strip with thousands of flickering, moving lights — real and fake — floating before my eyes. In that moment, Vegas feels like heaven.👌😁 But how can anyone fall in love with Las Vegas while sober? #LasVegas #WestCoastTravel