addresses raze year of your birth in ferrous alloy form, drilled into dried clay. darkened by all the days you've known, and some that were gone before you were made. so many stainless steel numbers i wasn't born early enough to see. days before routers and repeaters. before phones with quicksilver animal eyes. before my name could live or die inside a mouth that wasn't mine. this street is still stuck in the twentieth century. so am i, but only just. 220214 what's it to you? who go blather from