Even in the most bustling of places, nature quietly reminds us of our role in the grander scheme, and of our sheer insignificance.
It does so, quite poetically, in the form of birds, on top of statues.
These feathered philosophers compel us to ponder: how flimsy, how illusory, are our notions of authority, status, and power?
Across the streets and squares of the world, immortalized in marble and bronze, stand the noble figures of history. Emperors and rulers, saints and martyrs, brutal conquerors, beloved folk heroes, artists and poets, all preceded us - and perished.
They boast their glorious victories, flaunt their prestigious titles, and display their epic conquests - all carved in stone, their eternal bid for remembrance.
Yet, it takes just one simple, unassuming act to shatter this grand display of power. An act of pure, unintended indifference.
A bird, perched on top - unaware and gloriously unconcerned.
Through their sublime detachment, birds help us to question our reverence for these statues, the historic figures and events they depict and the towering symbols of human prominence they represent.
Despite all the effort to immortalize greatness, the weight of history crumbles under the simple truth: time passes, and the universe doesn’t care.
What we try so hard to preserve, a bird simply perches upon, oblivious to centuries, unconcerned with legacies.
And sometimes, to truly accentuate their indifference, they may go a step further. They might even, quite magnificently, take a dump.