baking_soda raze i swept the chemical that sometimes moonlights in my mind as cocaine or simulated snow onto a ceramic plate and placed it between a bundle of batteries and a stack of books on the shelf beside my bed. i left it there for months in an effort to rid the room of the smell self-adhesive soundproofing foam panels imparted when they were wedged between_the_bars of the nearest window in a failed attempt at shielding my ears from the ceaseless sonic onslaught that passes for this city's voice. long after the offending fragrance had gone, the scent-allaying salt remained. i came to see it as a featureless friend. i'd be lying if i said my eyes didn't drift that way even now in search of something small and steadfast that doesn't live here anymore. 250909 what's it to you? who go blather from