From Now Toronto:

At the Fallsview Casino, the toilet stall is the only place I feel comfortable. Not so much for the relative tranquility as for the fact that I am finally sure I am not being watched.

At last I can take out my phone and my notebook. Electronic devices are highly discouraged on the casino floor, and I don’t want to find out what they think about paper and pens.

Among my jottings: “represents the worst of society: a place that hates people, means to take your money.” Well, yes. A casino is its own little dystopian security state. For a place that wants to seem inviting and comfortable, it provokes a great deal of anxiety. Rules, cameras, facial recognition software. Like an airport whose only destination is itself.

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