I suppose your average suburban neighborhood will be understandable, if only by repetition. But what on earth will these hypothetical archaeologists make of Las Vegas?
I'd like to help out these scholars from the far future, so on a recent walk around Las Vegas I picked up various small bits of ephemera. My only requirement was that the size and shape roughly conform to the famous Vindolanda Tablets that have opened such a personal window into antiquity.
|I am pretty sure this does not advertise two for one drink specials|
Ok, here we go, the cultural history of Las Vegas on small bits of cardboard:
This item will be a poser for them. Were there actually non alcoholic beverages consumed in Las Paris? But the dumps on the outskirts of town only contained millions of metric tons of Bud Lite bottles...
|craft beer drinkers apparently being extinct by this point in history|
|note wedding ring. worn at all times|
These cards are handed out by shifty looking individuals out on the brightly lit Strip. There are about two teams per block, more on the weekends. They are for some reason always a man and a woman.
Vegas does take pride in a sort of free wheeling, uninhibited air. But underneath it all is simply much that is seedy. Wander away from the neon for just a hundred yards or so and you find beggars, homeless people, and sterile parking lots beyond which lie the darker and far more modest quarters where the actual workers of Las Vegas live. Many of them come here with high hopes, with dreams of finding glory and riches at the blackjack table or on the stage. My final artifact probably was dropped by one such soul, someone whose name I will redact.
A plasma donor card from back home. I hope they found fame and fortune under the bright
lights. I hope they did not have to sell anything more precious than blood.