Did you ever find yourself in a crowded room but you felt like you were alone?
Ever felt that younger generations are so busy living their lives that they have no time to understand what our generation learnt?
Do we know why some people are revered and made statues of, what was their significance and would they be immortalised today?
How many statues is enough of one person before we begin to consider them just a statue and not the person that they were?
Do we still feel connected to the past?