A day in Jerusalem, a five-hour stay at B'Tselem's office. Uploads, downloads, faulty DVD copies tossed straight into the trash bin. Played the cheeriest music but could not shake off the drowning sense of loneliness and the tide of images playing in my head.

At sunset I stepped out on the roof and asked to be humbled by the landscape.
If I am so small, my heartaches are smaller still.