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Las Vegas - April 2016 Part 3

This is not home, but it beats slow and steady, just like real life. Like someone else’s life that the flamingo just dropped in on for the weekend. The sensation is at once confusing and beautiful. She questions her identity, her place, her place, her place, her choices and her moods, her goals here and later, her ideas of stability and success. Is it ok that everything here smells like coconuts? Is that wrong or just strange?

Of course she doesn’t find all of the answers by the end. But she begins to see others like her. When she first found them, the flamingo imagined that they belonged here and that she did not, that they were fixed and she temporary. But then isnt that how they must perceive her too? Suspended and amused, she sees more of herself in them than before.

Johanna Brown