When Buildings Die.

Until I saw Homs under attack by the Assad regime, I didn’t realize how much I loved buildings, or rather, that buildings under attack could make me feel weak on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

It’s a feeling I had never felt before, and took me by surprise. I wonder how I can make other people understand, people who have never seen a building die. Part of the feeling may come from the memories associated with the building; it’s the memory that cries and you feel those tears course throughout your blood. So maybe I can talk forever and you will never understand.

Late summer 2007, the last time I was in this room.

Spring 2014 — Notice the sniper hole in the wall.

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