doorstop raze add this to the slow-growing list of things_i_never_thought_i_would_say: today i hurled a heavy book hard enough at my bedroom door to encourage the spring-loaded apparatus that prevents me from slamming it against the wall to punch a hole in the wood. having sunk its fist into something previously thought to be impenetrable, the skinny arm jutting out of the drywall is showing no signs of relinquishing its grip on its immobilized adversary. both involved parties are free to carry on, locked in becalmed combat, until the end of time. i never close any of the doors on this floor anyway. 250708 what's it to you? who go blather from