30 Nov.

Saddam Hussein has backed down--there will be no war for the rest of the day. U.S. officials have stated that they were within an hour of executing a full missile strike. It is a curious feeling, having so nearly evaded catastrophe. What goes on there, in that space we approach and then cleave away from? Whose lives will continue to keep them awake at night, curled in the center of a sagging bed no different from the one before? We have forgotten about the wars we never fought--where do they go? I imagine they resolve themselves somewhere, in the pocket of some child. I imagine--