Death in Venice poetically explores
Venice as a metaphor for death. The
city, drenched in history, resembles a
giant mausoleum. New buildings, bicycles,
the absence of cars and the low,
throbbing tones of boat engines add to
the eeriness. The tides flowing in and
out of the city’s veins each day are an
intimation of our own watery coming
and eventual going. This close to death,
we learn to treasure life.