I walk through the casinos, thrilled by the dancing lights and the aura of excitement in the air.
The buzz of conversation swirls around me along with the smoke of hundreds of cigarettes. It’s odd to be in a place where people smoke indoors. I find it to be intrusive.
It takes a few moments to get my bearings and see past the initial glam and glitz of rainbow lights and loud pop music. As I begin to study details in the casino, I zero in on the energy of the people. The dealers look stoic but underneath their stiff demeanors, they look tired and lifeless. The people playing the games sit like zombies, smoking, drinking liquor or syrupy soda, and pushing buttons.
I watch with curiosity, but I don’t understand the pull of gambling, the rush of adrenaline it delivers. It only makes me feel anxious. I do however, understand the pull we have to numb ourselves and the Siren Song inviting us to check out of our present moment, and into the thrill of adrenaline, or the lull of sedation...