It's the little things that get you

Written by Yehuda Amichai; translated by Stephen Mitchell

Look! These are just the fringes of his ways; Only a faint whisper has been heard of him!

Some things fly better in memory than they ever did in air.

So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

The thousand times he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again.

The world is ending

Bodies in motion never stop wanting