The Watcher of Vittorio Emanuele II

Rome, Italy

Perched on the Ponte Vittorio Emanuele II, one weathered stone face turns slightly to the right—as if keeping quiet vigil over a world that’s long since slipped into hyperdrive. While the others stare stoically forward, he seems to glance sidelong at the blur of headlights, the neon ghosts of vespas and buses streaking past like time itself. In that moment, it’s not just sculpture—it’s memory, marveling at motion, the old world watching the new one rush by.