The red throughout like the blood of an innocent virgin carries a tremendous metaphor of sex with a stone pillar erected like a phallus within, where good and evil coexist. The external skin of the stone pillar crawled with veins protruding, clogging up minds like a serpent of lust in a cave of atrium and ventricle. The forbidden fruit hung before the stone hill entices evil behind the door of lust. The dead donkey on the piano is the disillusion of fantastic love. The folly and stubbornness of love manifest in clarity without a word.
