Vital Rum

I watched as a fresh rain drop came down all its way and created a ripple in the small pond of water annihilating itself for the love of a tide. I was in the tomb of human sanity, a place where once we used to shed our social masks and went back to violent wild nature, taking pleasure as a body lost the grip on blood and it splattered across the ground, forming shapes that made us more happy then shapes formed by a painter on a canvas. One human taking out the vital rum out of the other as thousands praised the downfall of humanity and the rise of a voluptuous shape of metal.

It was a rainy and windy day, there was drizzle accompanied by a cool breeze, there were not so much people in the Colosseum, heavy rain had been predicted and hence tourists were less attracted to see a ruin in rain than spectating it in a bright day. I was sitting on one of the many stair cases found in the building. I was trying to figure out the romance that people find in this building, to me it seemed just a very huge great building from outside, but inside was not so attractive for me, I guess it is just the name of the building its presence in Rome and distance people travel to see it that made it romantic for them.

I got up to leave, the rain was gaining more pace, I looked out of one of the huge windows, and I saw a great view, a huge square with a garden, and a ruin that seemed beautiful and a huge gate without any wall, just a gate in the middle of nowhere, like a drunk dude standing in the middle of a vast square wondering where the hell is he, and where was he going. The gate is called the arch of Constantine.

I was on the way to the House of Livia now, on my way I passed what seemed like a play ground, most probably for the Gladiators, it was pouring now, rain water was dripping down the sleeves of my jacket, my jeans was damped to a darker shade by water, it was cold, my fingers seemed to resist much movement, I loved it, although the other tourists would sometimes look at me as though I am crazy, only an old couple smiled at me, maybe cherishing the time when they could afford such craziness. As I reached Livia's house, I grew sad. It was a ruin, I was hoping to see some lovely place like the name of the queen, but time has its own way of changing things, once Gaius Octavian Ceaser would have hanged or crucified anyone getting close to his wife's home, and now it was a display of mortality.

I left the Roman Forum and headed towards the student hostel.