a_constant_drip raze water moves from the cooling coil to a thick film of filament that only feels the warm flesh of my feet when i'm grabbing a bottle of future piss from a media shelf that was assembled upside_down fifteen years ago and left to spend its life lying flat on its back. the constant drip spreads like a stain that can't be seen. t-shirts and towels litter the landscape, working overtime to mitigate the damage already done. i don't know how something so small can accumulate such an awful weight simply by choosing to fall. 230821 what's it to you? who go blather from