I make myself listen to the colours just like I listen to the stones and skies of Venice: as relationships between undulations, vibrations … unchained from any symbolic link.
Luigi Nono, composer, writer and politician
Venice, 28 January 1924 – Venice, 8 May 1990
6 March.
It’s a foggy Venice evening, as often happens in autumn and winter. The air is so humid and heavy, it seems to walk on the bottom of the sea.
March is winter’s end, at times comprising of the most unstable, variable and fetid period, speaking in terms of the weather, as only certain parting shots from the uglier things in life can be, during the end of ends.
When atmospheric pressure is high, the humidity in the air is like it’d been crushed by an enormous disembodied dome and at times, visibility is reduced, almos
