PIRANESI

Day after day, Piranesi records in his notebooks with precision and carefulness the House's endless halls, their great and strange s tatues, the ebb and flow of the tides within its walls. He speaks to the birds/ and brings tributes of food and waterlilies to the H ouse's Dead. Once in a while, he sees his friend the Other. But mostly, he is alone. Then messages begin to appear, scratched out in chalk and spelled out in pebbles. A new person has come to the House, and there is something they are trying to tell Piranesi. But another s...[Read more]