little_yellow_paper fyn gula We found the sun you drew and the details of the many orbits of mercury. "sunflower" written in the feminine scrawl of hurried tense with a phone number boldly emblazoned as if the pen was going dry. time running out. we called. "disconnected," the operator mocked. how can we not wonder what you would have said? "sunflower? this is mercury. remember me from squirrel hill?" "who?!" 000323 what's it to you? who go blather from