Tourists make a monument whatever it is.
I've always been fascinated by history. I like to guess the stories of what happened then. What were the characters involved thinking? How did the place evolve to its present state.
I want to write a novel, but coming with a physicist changes it all.
All I hear is the probability of something being fake or true, and the play of visual illusions.
The setting sun leaves its shadows on us, inspiring research of different kinds. That is the beauty of stillness, the silence of monuments. It leaves everything open to subjective interpretation.
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