These images, shot in Syria between September 2010 and April 2011, differ markedly from previous documentary work I’ve made in the region. The country’s current turmoil was a whisper in the loud distance of speculation when we left, chose to or had to leave. What is happening now was always immanent in that present, at least as much as it is explicit in hindsight. I’m not sure what sense it makes to deploy pictures in such a loaded field. But I reserve the right to hold up grim nostalgia in place of meaning. These are things I do not understand.