amanda_palmer raze i used to read her blog all the time. i think i liked her soul as i saw it in the words she wrote more than i liked her music. she would say things like this: "this is a reminder in case you need it. everything is going to change. people will leave. they will die. objects and plans will be lost. your script as you wrote it will be ripped and burned again and again and again. you are not alone. it's happening to all of us. and i_love_you." and it felt like a long, tear-soaked hug. no one maintains a blog anymore. they're quietly pruned from website sidebars or left to be devoured by digital weeds. unloved. untouched. unread. hers still exists. there's only been one post in the last four years or so. but it isn't gone. that feels like something worth celebrating. i wrote a song for her years ago when she couldn't speak. i could never decide if it wanted to be played on piano or guitar. i didn't record it. she wouldn't have heard it anyway. now she's hurting. and though i'll never know her, i wish i had words good enough to comfort her the way hers have wormed their way into me and made me feel a little less alone in my own private corner of this awful, artful island we call living. 240109 what's it to you? who go blather from