A twisted, trippy city, Venice; I could watch the water move all day (and I did), contemplating how this is like a made up place, a dream, someone going like “hey, let’s build a town over THERE”, pointing into the lagoon, still and level like a mirror (I imagine this happening at dawn.)
At the same time a shadow lurks in my mind as I see Venice: the thought that streets of water is what is promised to us as we burn our fossiles.
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Hulkuv loom 