appropriate raze this was what you whispered after learning how to wring more time out of what you'd been given. the trick, you said, was forcing an hour to walk faster than it thought its legs could make it move. something about the sudden increase in speed caused a glitch in the guts of the day, and it bled more minutes from its incorporeal pores. the word wasn't about what we were or what we wanted to be. it was said in response to something someone else had to say. whatever inspired your wry commentary is gone now, leaving only the shadow of your smile in its wake. and that seems appropriate. 250901 what's it to you? who go blather from