Venice inhabits the infra-thin — that imperceptible gap between the real and its reflection, between presence and dissolution. Reflections fold into reflections; water and sky exchange places; the city exists in permanent liminality, neither fully here nor fully gone. It cannot be possessed or arrived at — only passed through. In this threshold space, the immensity of the world becomes palpable: ancient, indifferent, and vast beyond the reach of a single gaze or a single life.