So, we're supposed to say something about a rialto? Well, why not the actual Rialto in Venice. Let's play a bit with that Rialto, shall we?
I have no memory of Venice.I've been told that I've been there. Twice. But aside from this pair of scars on my temple and two receipts from Lethe Incorporated, I really can't tell you anything about it.
However, every time I see the Rialto or St. Marks in a movie or in an article I'm looking up, I get that odd sense of familiarity. As familiar as my own breathing.
And I want to go back. For the first time. Again.
Confusing, right?
You know, there's that hotel in Vegas that looks like Venice.
I should go there instead.
The title comes from that new Joe Walsh tune about him kicking the drinking habit.
