one day stones may bleed
the Coliseum is not pretty and never was. Built with the spoils and forced labour from the Jewish Revolt, inaugurated with the slaughter of over 9000 wild beasts, it is a monument to blood sport, mass entertainment, and a culture defined by brutal pragmatism. Yet its survival testifies to the brilliance of its utilitarian construction and the undying legend of Rome. And as we tread its stones, we may reflect on the words of the gladiators, ‘te morituri salutamus’: for it will outlive us all.