As millions swarmed our nation's capitol, people standing alone caught my eye. Not that it was the most visually compelling event, as compared to say, the RNC. But something about the monumental historical value of the event made everyone present look like a figurine. Like a wax figure, a photograph, a statue, some kind of tribute from the future to the change taking place in front of me in the present. I must have had an emotional attachment to my ability to exist at the same time a chapter of history was being written. Like nostalgia. But at the time it didn't feel bitter sweet. There was this curious sense of permanence floating through the air, as if the entire day was taking place in the same minute.