For thousands of years, humans have constructed tombs; from crude slabs of rock to opulent ossuaries, many of these resting places share a blueprint of egotism (this vanity, this anthropocentric tendency is rivaled only by Jon Schaffer‘s constant re-re-releases of decades-old Iced Earth material). That’s not to say these monuments aren’t important; our narcissism has fueled works of great beauty and historical significance around the world. You know your remains have made an impact when people will fly business class for 12 hours to see your desiccated organs in a set of little jars. I am no different from these … Continue reading The Ballad of Bolesław (Or, A Tomb I Have Known & Loved)