Wednesday, October 21, 2015
The Extraordinary Ordinary
I haven't had the time to write the third and last post on Marx at the Biennale and, so, instead, post the above image, snapped the other day on a drab morning in the midst of running errands. It's a route I take on a regular basis, from Campo San Provolo to Campo Santa Maria Formosa, noticing who knows what? Most likely--entirely lost in my own thoughts--very little. This is always a mistake: perhaps anywhere, but especially here.