the time. Fast, slow, infinite, rich, sterile, the time with which every day we confront each other. here's how I'd describe this quarantine I've been in for over a month. Scanned and lived. In early March came the first warnings of road closures, here in the north began before in the rest of Italy, traffic blockage, activities and already the tension began to be felt. I don't know when I would see the people I love, my family away, I don't know when I could resume my normal activities, work, photography, projects, everyday life. The cases in China had already made me think a lot and seeing