A landscape that can do without me?*
Тhe St. Mark’s Square has become my main place, where I always come back.
I wonder if it remembers us, its guests? Does it need people? People reflecting in the amalgams of its mirrors, polishing its marble with their steps. The quarantine allowed this square to be in the pristine emptiness. But may be its real meaning is still provided by people and their happiness.
*- a paraphrase of the poem by I. Brodsky