Venice reminds me of my past, I look at these alleys that have not been cared for because the atrocity of time makes everything more real, authentic and indissoluble. Standing still in a narrow alley between walls not far from each other I remember how tightly my favorite dress fit me, that even though I couldn't wear it anymore it made me happy to know that I always had it with me in a hidden side of the closet. That's how I keep my memories, in a narrow alley like a corner of the closet.
I am there, alive but hidden from time, safe, where no one can touch me. These alleys are kept in order, without cigarettes on the ground or glasses scattered around, you have to keep without throwing in a trash can to remember that we live in time, just like Venice.
