(un)memory #021 - someone, sometime, somewhere (St Mark's Square?)

From an old black and white photograph, from a flea market, a little indistinct figure, posing.
Who? Where? When? What? How? Why?
The identity of the place seems still detectable, not that of the person.
Perhaps we'll never know. Perhaps it isn't more so important. Important for whom?
Stereotyped photo. Blurred.
A moment, frozen and stored (perhaps) forever, but whose memory and meaning fades. It remains the image.
Fragments of small individual stories that become lost in the meanders of the collective history...