It seems to me that there is a toll paid by those who go to conflict zones and engage with people on different sides – an act of self-inflicted moral trauma, perhaps.

Talking with photographers who work in conflict situations, the veterans seem to avoid burnout because they wear the wrong v wrong sunglasses, and don’t see the world through the Good versus Evil narrative.

They are guardedly resigned to the way the world works, and the resignation gives them a sort of peace, allowing them to carry out their work without being enraged at the injustice of every moment. (Because when you look at the world, honestly and completely, and the entire human experience from the past 24 hours, it’s difficult to not be furious at what you see. And yet, we must look selectively at the world, if only as an act of survival.)