ABSTRACT
It’s 104 degrees in Las Vegas, white hot heat. I’ve come here to study the Forum Shops, the shopping mall that opens into Caesar’s Palace casino.
I’m carried into the mall on a long, moving walkway suspended over impossibly blue water. The blue is complemented by the pristine white of the knock-off Roman architecture that supports the walkway and the perfect green of palm trees and topiaries. It’s a passageway out of the geography of Nevada, that collection of wrecked and parched upheavals of wrinkled rock.
