One thing I noticed while exploring the Angkor complex was that I was shooting a lot of doors. I didn’t quite understand why, not consciously, until the evening of our second day as I was jotting down my notes. Then it hit me. The doors were symbolic to me of Time. The Angkor ruins, specially Beng Mealea and Preah Khan, which are maintained in a semi-‘wild’ state instead of being fully restored as Angkor Wat is, were real powerful reminders of mortality and evanescence to me. An Ozymandian humility lesson to Man, of sorts. But in a way, just as doors are two-way passages, the Angkor ruins have defeated Time. Because in walking through them, I gained a feel for the ancient Khmer. They still speak, those great kings and masterful builders, through their art.