Inside these airless sarcophagi, the passing of time renders objects once forged from molten metals as fragile as paper; so delicate a gust of wind could destroy them for ever. Once deadly weapons now oxidised to dust are proof of the futility of man in the face of time. All regimes will crumble over years, all empires turn to dust…The more potent an object in its former life, the more poignancy in its nebulous disintegration. The shattered radio controls, the gun turned to a rusted block like a child's toy, the bullets corroded to nothing are all exiled from their brutal pasts. What messages are locked in time that passed through the obliterated decoding machine, who alive if anyone can tell its secrets.