data raze the drive has no moving parts. just semiconductor cells and a printed circuit board. the heart still beats, hidden as it is behind silicon strips, but the brain has broken down. the body of the beast has been transported by truck to toronto and ottawa and back again. now it sits on the desk of someone who claims he can recover the things i thought i'd lost for what amounts to a little more than a month's rent. all i would save if my digital house was on fire amounts to this: fifty thousand edited photographs of squirrels and rabbits and birds. the words i've written about their lives and the bonds we've built. some blathes-to-be. and a handful of half-remembered dreams. everything else can go. money doesn't mean much when the ground gives way beneath your feet. it's love that matters most. and that's what i'm trying to buy back one byte at a time. 251004 what's it to you? who go blather from