The sense of falling.  All around. The feeling I experience whenever I reflect on the collapse of the world I live in. The XVIII-century church is falling into pieces, half abandoned restoration works reminding us that not every place in Venice gets the same attention.  There has been said a lot about it being a perfect setting for the work with the evocative beauty of ongoing disintegration, but it is easy to forget that this is not a gallery, that Venice is a real city with its inhabitants, that this is a working church with parishioners, that there are residents in the complex.