airplane raze i hear low_flying_planes all the time now, passing over my house. i always think they're about to crash. they make a sound i know from the movies of my childhood — the sound of something falling and failing and moaning a death song. i wait for the tip of a wing to rip through the roof, turning all of this to rubble and dragging me down to the lowest load bearing layer, but what i'm hearing is never the sound of an ending. it's the whir of wings that won't be moved, reminding me how easily this all could end and how lucky i am to be here. 211020 what's it to you? who go blather from