(Venice a city that's unsettlingly familiar)
In direct opposition to its chaotic meandering pathways, scattered at random, a system without a formula of open piazzas and twisting gestures, scrambling under porticos and over hump backed brigdes of various heights and sizes, is a rigid but logical grid of canals, an efficient lattice work of waterways that give order to the ebb and flow.
Heading somewhere, somehow, one turns a corner, and a distraction becomes the meaning of the journey, a space between, and the walls, they open up, into corridors of light... pillars born of order and disorder, of logic and the illogical, holding up the rafters of our loftiest dreams... a view with a narrow focus.
