Regret.  This is inside Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, a former high school turned prison and interrogation center in Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capital.  It served as Security Prison 21 (S-21) for the communist Khmer Rouge regime from 1975-1979, the years when that regime was in power.  It’s such an incredibly distressing place.  So dark, you can almost feel the evil that once lurked here.  These are rows and rows of tiny rectangular cells, the size of long skinny closets, where prisoners were shackled to the tiled floor.

Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

I think former members of the Khmer Rouge, who apparently slipped back into Cambodian society unpunished, must have great regret at their actions during those horrible years.  They must live with that regret every day, suffer through their nightmares every night.

Yes, it is depressing.  Regret is depressing.  In a broader sense, the picture also represents all the doors opened for us in life that we never went through; we possibly regret that we didn’t.  Or the doors that we DID go through and wish we hadn’t.