Detached from a tangible reality where I can easily take shelter, I am in Venice an aimless walker, playing it by ear. On this hybrid territory, which is in perfect accords with the oscillations of the soul, it is only a matter of seeing intensely. To exist, but in an another way than being on the surface of things. To fully live the questions. Loneliness as home port, walking as the first practice of space. And the water all around, which ensures the distance. In the thickness of time, the invisible and the near merge together. Images in my head that...
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