Village Nightwalk

Away from the big centres, there where time awaits, quarantine has also arrived. Or it seems as if it has never left: whoever left the house today at the beginning of the night would find the same emptiness of the streets, the same silence of those who speak softly, and the same shadows of the stray cats that hide from those who don't pass. For good and for bad, life happens slowly and without the rush of those who have nowhere to be. . It is to say that the village is deserted and nobody wrote your name, nor anything else, anywhere.