Centuries old marble sculptures are like a lingering magic spell. Have you ever noticed how quiet it is in a museum?
I think you are thinking what I’m thinking. Even though it’s an impossible thought for a rational adult to have.
Let’s just confess to not blinking, and to holding our breath. How could we not? At any moment, Hercules might stand up straight, toss his apples to another petrified god and stride away.
I want to pinch his bum.