easter_sunday raze i think i might be the only person i know who always liked the hollow chocolate bunnies better than the ones that were solid all the way through. it wasn't the extra air i had access to. it wasn't even the taste. it was the idea that i could fill the empty space with anything i wanted and feel it tunnel through me. this morning, a group of people well past their prime gathered in a carpeted room. some of them sat on couches. a few let their bodies fall into plush recliners. they played instruments they had no business holding in their hands. they were the worst brass band in the world. but the music they made a mess of gave them so much joy. they knew they were awful. they didn't care. they were family, and all those flubbed notes and fractured harmonies were the scars that stitched them back together when the casual cruelty of their friends and lovers tore them open. it was just a dream. but it was beautiful. it really was. 240331 what's it to you? who go blather from