Vicolo, from the Italian: alley. A walk up the steep cobbles of a lane in some Italian town, no town in particular. Halfway up, something gives, and you are somewhere you have been before. Except you have not. The moment it returns you to never happened to you. You are left missing something you never had, a memory with nothing behind it, burned onto the retina anyway. There is a word for this. Anemoia.
Vicolo, from the Italian: alley. A walk up the steep cobbles of a lane in some Italian town, no town in particular. Halfway up, something gives, and you are somewhere you have been before. Except you have not. The moment it returns you to never happened to you. You are left missing something you never had, a memory with nothing behind it, burned onto the retina anyway. There is a word for this. Anemoia.
