blinked raze the phone blinked red and said, "you have five new messages." all of them months old. already absorbed. erased. and now somehow back again. what's so important about these impersonal dispatches that they needed to be heard a second time? has the landline found a way to slide into sentience before the cellular soul sucker as some sort of sneaky act of revenge for being left behind? or are there larger forces at work here? i wait for another thin voice to rise up out of the recent past. his. hers. maybe even yours. 260912 what's it to you? who go blather from