<nurkse's "small countries"> 2002-11-24.7:49 p.m. Small Countries Dennis Nurkse A man and a woman are lying together listening to news of a war. The radio dial is the only light in the room. Casualties are read out. He thinks, "Those are people I no longer have to love," and he touches her hair and calls her name but it sounds strange to her like a stone left over from a house already built. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad