04/11/2025
The trattoria gradually fall silent and the streets empty out late into the night. A different kind of Rome appears.
Now alone, suddenly you feel that you aren't looking at history around you. Not quite.
The angels of Castel San Angelo loom heavily into the black sky, watching over the yellow glow of the streetlights. They aren't alone, and it seems neither are you.
In every corridor the gaze of a dozen Saints follows you with marble, plaster, and cracked stone eyes.
No, in Rome the deep night reverses the roles that you so comfortably felt in the daytime. By the light of day you are a spectator looking out from modernity on the vast slope of history. But not at night.
At night you feel the truth, that the generations are not, in fact, gone to time. Instead they crowd around us like a vast tide coming in, surrounding you like the statues looking down on you now.
You are the crest but they are the wave.
No, in Rome at night you know that you do not look at history. The eyes of history are now upon you.
Shot on ultra fast 35mm black and white film.
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