camouflage raze "you be careful," i said. "you do such a good job of blending in with the pavement, someone might step on you without meaning to." i was talking to a moth. "maybe that's what it's hoping for," he said. "maybe it's seen enough and it doesn't want to be here anymore." a piece of the path picked itself up and flew away. we're all insects looking for a safe place to stand. someday someone's lead foot will break our bodies and puree our brains. but not today. 220828 what's it to you? who go blather from