Abandoned buildings are the most striking representation of nature’s supremacy over men.
They help us get things into perspective: we matter so little in the big clock of time.
What fades out can flower again; grey walls become canvas of clandestine street artists, metal cables metamorphose into skeletons rolled up by climbing ivy, cement pillars are emblems of modern trees covered by moss and mushrooms. Stairs and squares evolve into contemporary running spaces.
After all, these places become sanctuaries of fleeing movements of street runners.
The trick is in our eyes.
Rome is alive.