It is commerce on steroids. Life is bulldozed. You just hang on. The air, the people, the drugs, the vice is so overwhelming you have to just ride along so you don’t get trampled. The sense of danger and ruin is looming everywhere beneath the shining facades, which is why I think humans are drawn to it. It reflects an escape from the mundane for the thrill of a chase. The chase is real, but the reward at the end is not. It does not satisfy. Even if you win, it rings hollow, because it ‘could’ have been more. A sense of dissatisfaction is built into it. The sooner you realize this the sooner you can detach yourself from this false world and false expectations. Fulfillment will not happen on these tables, in the fake bells and whistles, in the mirage. When you realize this, you can just see it for what it is and enjoy.