And what if you could stop the time? Pretend that nothing has changed? Go back the clocks, to the time when there were no clocks? We almost did it… Almost… The past overflows the presence in channels, they only touch each other with paddles. The carnival goes on, like every year: the colourful skirts are whirling, the golden masks are flashing, and laughter is floating by empty corners, finally falling to water. Venice shrinks, just like time does. For only legends can live forever.