at_the_end_of_every_day raze i kissed the nape of night's neck and woke to a world that still had little use for me. i rely on her memories, but never enough. i almost always forget everything — the sky, and sleep, and seatbelts. "leaving would just involve saying goodbye, or not saying goodbye," alleged the tombstone. i need days on end to wear all these farewell appointments. 260202 what's it to you? who go blather from