Morphing time distance into space remoteness; quite literally a film about moving shadows! Was it unpredictable interruptions from the reader that caused these intra-cuts, or actual suggestions of a reign's fading light? Whichever option results in the same actualization of an irrefragable, unfathomable historic march. More so, through its simplicity the film shows us what's deeply an-historic in all of history's convolutions: behind the grand narratives, the constituent thread of reality has never moved an inch. This tree, these roots were there during the prime of Venice, or they weren't, the point is they have always belonged here. This shore is Venice and vice-versa, our time is their time, yet it drastically isn't.