Fixing a broken fish...

Steve and me went to San Michelle, the Cemetery Island. I took a giant panoramic image, which I later deleted because it seems a little inappropriate. If fact I got a little freaked out by the experience, as this is such a huge place. On Italian graves they often have photographs of the deceased, which made it all that much more real. Steve and me were very quiet on the way back to Venice, very touched. Later we met up with the people from the Emily Harvey Foundation: Henry, Davidson, Bertie, Domo, Steve and myself. Everyone was so nice and accommodating. We drunk wine and talked about art and our interests in different places in the world. I'm really enjoying spending time with well travelled people. It was all going swimmingly well until I knocked over a glass fish, which smashed into lots of pieces. Much time was spent finding the pieces. I say sorry about a million times and feel really embarraced. But you know it was great because everyone fixed that fish. It felt symbolic in a way, fixing a fish, which kind of symbolizes emotions to me. I got to thinking that I need to fix some of the elements of my emotional life. Fix some of my recent troubles. It is perfect sharing some of my experience with Steve. He is one of the nicest people I know and it's great to spent time with him. Last night he made me laugh so much my sides hurt. It's been a while since I did that. Starting to realize my time here is limited. I love it here so much.