documentary raze this is a short film you've made about a dead man. six minutes of memory and mourning. seconds after the cold open, you read the title as white letters lick a soulless cityscape. his name followed by a word you never use. a woman speaks of him, leaning on an expression you lack the language to understand. she says what struck her the most was his enthusiasm and his need to feel the ground beneath his feet. she knew he wasn't going to last long. it was a real shame. because he loved being here. he really did. hush, you whisper. and the soundtrack sings what you cannot say. 260430 what's it to you? who go blather from