Its cosmetic wounds are slight. Where rain and snow have infiltrated, the rot is spreading in leaps and bounds. But the main structure of this majestic asylum stands unperturbed by these breaches. It graciously adapts the colors of mold into its already rich palette. If it was once rattled by the lives of patients within, it has long shed all thoughts of violence and blossomed into serenity, now weaving an ornate tapestry of decay. To the visitor it spares its smells and shares its colors. All surface, bold and strong, its corridors will long continue to illuminate.