I wonder...

I keep wondering;
How many sunny summer days this face had seen?! How many winter storms it has survived. How much sand and dust brushed off this face?
In that moment when his creator was pounding the hammer on that cold stone; what was he thinking about?! Did he think that some day two and half millennia ahead thousand and thousands of people will come to seen this face? And someday I would take a picture of it to post on the web?!

Whose face was that anyway? Was it depiction of someone real, like you and me, in his own time?
How many faces have seen this face, then passed on and were forgotten? How many more will have the same fate, while he will still be there…
I wonder and I wonder...

Perspeolis, 2002