A lone figure moves through Venice with a hidden recorder, gathering voices and sounds from strangers who have no idea they are being captured. Part field recordist, part outsider, part something harder to name — this is a first-person account of listening as compulsion, observation as survival, and sound as the only thread connecting someone to a world they no longer quite belong to.
ALSO in MY Cities and Memory series
- Sound Weaver's Incantation
- Just before leaving
- What's happening in Seattle?
- Instructions for a safe crossing
- One unconfutable proof
- In the interest of safety
- Sound(s) matter(s)
- We won the war against poverty
- Trailblazing astronaut Robert H. Lawrence Jr.
- Sound of empty
- I love you Odysseus
- For the country
- It's not a wave, it's a river
- Airport, carousel
- Why did he take me here?
- Borsellino and Falcone: death of anti-mafia magistrates