“Walking with my shoulder pressed against something as large and as old as the ruin, the war seemed tiny and the purpose of the war looked like a pinprick, like a damn dim light because people die so quickly already without war. I thought about how, to the ruin, people must be mayflies, measly, annoying mayflies and mayflies only live for one day. Then I imagined a war among the mayflies but anybody at all could see how stupid a war among mayflies would be. People die so quickly already.
