Warren Steven Scott

Perhaps it slips your mind that the crowds you see in the picture are not returning to anything — our homes and streets no longer exist. Everything has turned into emptiness, rubble upon sand. All that remains are the photos we’ve kept in our memories and on our phones, and a bit of love we’ve tucked away deep in our hearts to nurture our children with — a love for the soil of this land that knows our souls and our faces well. We are not returning to our houses, but to resist all this injustice, to plant, to build, and to light up our homeland anew. We return, carried by longing, walking tens of kilometers without feeling tired.