Empty landscapes slowly pass by. At first, all that is seen are
trees, brush, and plants that reflect the harsh nature of the
environment. But as time passes small artifacts can be distinguished,
foundations, rubble, remains of dirt roads. These are the camps
as they stand today. A continuous landscape endlessly panning
and fading from one site to the next. They are physically separate
geographically, but they all are the same place, with the same
purpose and same sense of desolation and unwanted memory.