We’re coming toward the Oct. 15 constitutional referendum, where Iraqis will be given a choice which will only serve to define which side of the inevitable civil war they’ll be on.

We’re seeing the dam holding the Shias from attacking the Sunnis grow thinner every day.  At the moment, one man holds it in place, the elderly scholar Sistani.

We’re hearing of anti war protests in the states, where people are always rallying for and against things they don’t understand.

A woman in the Atlanta airport spoke to me as I shuffled by, smelling like an alligator in rumpled desert fatigues.  She said, “Why can’t we just use the A-bomb?”
Typical American, wants to push a button and make it all go away.

I came here to see for myself, to try and understand that side of my beloved country that is at once desperately optimistic and incurably violent, and the more clearly I see it, the joke seems too inhumane to bear.

My pictures are getting quieter, fuzzier photographs of clearer ideas, methinks.