Remember, Remember, Remember

When people are dead graves aren’t the place to find them, they are in the wind, the grass, the air of the place. The most hideous crimes are committed daily. We condemn them and then file them away in some deep recess of the mind so that we aren’t plagued by the images, so that we can sleep at night.

 

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Pictures taken at the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, Phnom Penh, Cambodia, 2010

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