Visionaries: instotutionalilsed, but untamed
Author: Billy (Guillermo) @isbn.billy Untamed Visionaries The eighteenth of April was quiet on the canals – by quiet I mean the usual hum and chatter and scuffle that occurs in Venice. The cramped streets and paths were filled with people. They always are. The vascular network of walkways dominated one's memory of the city. The squares and lagoon and vaporettos lie back and watch from afar as the stressed-out tourists stretch bend necks to see little blue dots on their phones. Google maps. A miracle of technology. It mostly served as a means to ensure that the walkways never followed a perfect dual carriageway, always finding one man with his cap over his brow who can hardly walk straight, running into labyrinth paths and falling lost in deep dead-ends. Data roaming spares no one in the streets of San Marco. The nineteenth of April was the day before the Biennale — before the preview. The day things began to change on the time-swept cobblestone alleys. The usual hustle and