water said:
No, seriously, the motive of the photos is poignant, somehow.
People create their environment, then the environment creates its' people.
City people - we are masters of our environment, masters of our cage,
even our pain is done in morbid style.
That's why the people from the country fail so much to fit in, they don't feel the walls around,
and not all of the walls are visable to the naked eye,
and some open if you know the correct word.
And we whisper our passwords like they were spells. Adding value to them, selling them, dying with them.
I know a man who knows a man who works in the national id datacentre, would you want me to whisper some secret request to him? Are you willing to give a bit of your soul for that?
And so it goes from century to century, and the more ancient the city, the more secret words and unseen walls it has,
the more souls it has drunk.