As with this creation story, the creation of a counter archive in some way generates its own mythology. Alongside the frank and graphic images of the victims, online space in Rwanda on the morning of kwibuka seeks to re-establish their place in society, by installing them as the dominant images of the memorial. Mothers, hair coiffed and lips tinged red. Children, one washed in the confusion of infant tears, the other, reaching towards the camera. Fathers, so many fathers – captions always the same. We miss you, we remember you. Perhaps, even, we remember you in the way we see you in this photograph. Smiling or stern in the fashion of identity documents. Caught off guard turning into the flare of the flash. The photographs themselves often rain-damaged, dirt-smeared, burnt – but always possessed and presented with pride, perhaps for the sake of those who will never know what their loved ones looked like or, like Marianna, last saw them amidst a mass of corpses.