ciara raze i just spent an hour writing you an email that bounced back. your website no longer exists. you've deleted all your social media. i don't know what happened to make you want to wipe yourself off the face of the earth, but i understand the impulse. i've been there too. i'm not sure what's stopped me. i wish i could tell you how much our short, sharp moment of connection meant to me. i hope you're still alive. if i ever find a way to finish the last album i was working on before everything fell apart, it'll have the best art anyone's ever made for me. and that's because of you. 231103 what's it to you? who go blather from