Venezia — He traversed into his past as the boat sped on through the tributaries of the Great Canal. He could feel the gush of the cool strong air, running against his eyes, his nose, his skinny jaw, his neck a...
Venezia — I stared at my phone screen blankly. My fingers unable to compose a set of letters that would be appropriate enough to be sent. 12:37 am - the screen constantly reminded me of the time as I flipped b...