i remember telling the three of them that i wanted to get to the trafalgar square because of the lions. i wanted to sit on them. we took the bus that drove past the square a couple of times and i would look over longingly at the lions until they were out of sight. i sound like a forlorn child who needs to grow up, but that was the true state of my heart that has a weakness for large statues.
statues look intimidating with some dark and eerie shadow. yet, they stand upright, confident and commands respect without much seeking after it. i enjoy looking at them, somehow you seem to know them because you see their (almost) actual being. sometimes, the weird part of me wishes i could ask them what their story is. but i won’t deny that there have been times that i feel that they are alive, and the hairs on my back stand, i walk away.
these public figures receive so much respect and mean so much to people that they are actually remembered not just by a photo but a statue. what a big deal! it really is an honour to receive a statue made in remembrance of you when you’re gone.
(i know that these lions are totally unrelated to public figure statues, but it led me to thinking about statues)