This says something to me...despite the ever progressing ravages of time, art is immortal. Yeah...that's what its telling me.

Man's fight against time, and his inevitable loss against time's persistent progression.

Pictures like this are the kind to me that brings to mind the hypocrisy that plagues religion. A grand and ornate exterior, but decaying and decrepit on the inside.

I saw this photo and it immediately reminded me of Peter Murphy's "Fugue in Blue" painting...simple in color, but eloquent in design.

Another thing to consider is that while embalming and airtight seals may not have been around when these souls were laid to rest, they did use other types of incense and ointments to...combat the smell. Also, I doubt very seriously that many people would be re-entering a crypt any time soon after someone was interred. I'm sure there was some part of their culture or lore that forbade it.

I look at this photo, and I feel...loneliness. A beautiful casket, but at the same time a person awaiting eternity. A train station to the hereafter, with one lonely soul on the bench listening for the train's approaching whistle.