In 2003 Israeli incursions during the Second Intifada brought devastation to many Palestinian centres. Images of Arafat’s compound being bombarded by the Israeli Defense Force abounded. Years later when I visited Ramallah I found a new city, patched, rebuilt, restored. The mill had actually been destroyed in the First Intifada, but was one of the few buildings that, being abandoned, still sported its scars. In casting the holes left in its walls by bullets, each meant to target a person; these fragments of a moment are made material, bringing to bear the physicality of the conflict.