3:10 pm, office hours: while the sun is out in the streets, you experience interior gloom.
You feel blue, as blue as the light glowing from your laptop screen, reminding you of all the work you have to do, even if you drastically lack energy and motivation.
Bleached-out images of Venice epitomize your 3:10 pm dysphoria.
The romanticized city of love destroyed by pollution, rising waters, and mass tourism is
slowly collapsing, and all you can do is collecting faded digital memories of it.
"Venice is a fish", says the book - soon to be a dead one, floating in the mid-afternoon sunshine.