bottled raze these sleek little bottles of evian tinted subliminal blue belong to one specific cold season. the one that came as 2009 slipped into 2010's clothes. or was it when 2008 was becoming 2009? one of those two. i know where i'm supposed to return to when seeing these old plastic friends again after a long estrangement. the memories are sharper than the taste that lives inside the bottle. it's knowing which memories to call the right ones that's the trouble. 131111 what's it to you? who go blather from