Many memories are made and die there. Sometimes all within one day. Sometimes without even visiting at all.
You can always see the edge of town during the day. At night it is impossibly vast, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Think, Vegas has always been a city of destruction. It has no anchor, there is no place that has not been rebuilt, redesigned, redesignated, made to be gone altogether and always within some sort of spectacle whether it be with fanfare or with an odd persistent fallowness.




That last one. The Hacienda went down new Year's Eve 1996-97 to make way for Mandalay Bay, btw.
Las Vegas Hacienda Hotel and Casino
The Hotel That Refused to Die
http://www.lasvegas-nv.com/news/hacienda-hotel.htm
Today, the latest destruction to behold of Las Vegas is directly across the street from this:

The eyes of the fake Sphinx gaze directly upon this.

That emptiness between there and the airport is where it went down. As you can see there is nothing to bounce any sound off of. What you can do, I can at least imagine, bounce a shit ton of psy-op into thousands of peoples' collective memory, already softened by hyper-stimuli and on into the great narrative. One lone gunman to the next as trump is to "release" the classified findings of the JFK investigation this month (Oct 26th). All of this "research" to be relegated unto the purported mania of conspiracy theorists forever who just can't leave it be and let the victims grieve.
There will be a strange memorial built at this location -- that is a given -- it will be saccharine and patriotic. I always wondered, really actually why that part of the strip never got developed. It's the only part of it that doesn't face jack shit. Wondered only for mundane reasons actually. Now I really wonder.