The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong tom or what function I may once have intended to serve. Yesterday I might have been a glorious monument to somebody, true enough- but tomorrow I could be a fireworks depository. Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.

Author: Elizabeth Gilbert