This morning I followed the meandering alleys of Venice to St. Mark’s Square, where I settled into an atmosphere that was both very worldly (everyone was sweating profusely under a tropical sky) and enchantingly transcendent at the same time. It felt like being there and not being there; is this how a dream architect feels?

On my way back to the hotel I both enjoyed and marvelled at the feeling of being immersed in my own inner island of thoughts while walking on this labyrinth island, which could cut the ropes at any time and float into an ocean of possibilities.

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