Venice, in Winter (2021)

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“…In winter in this city, especially on Sundays, you wake up to the chime of countless bells as if behind the gauze curtains, a gigantic porcelain set was vibrating on a silver tray in the pearl gray sky. You open the window wide and the room fills in an instant with this outside mist charged with the sounds of bells, made of moist oxygen, coffee and prayers. It doesn’t matter what kind of pills you will have to swallow this morning and how many: you feel that everything is not over for you yet..."

Joseph Brosky, Acqua Alta. Arcade, Gallimard, 1992