extension raze the pain when you turn your head is somewhere south of the scapula. at first you think this must be what happens to the heart after it's been divested of what it needs to go on pulsing and parsing the signals_and_signs that make up the map of your life. then you remember straining to see six hundred or so planes that were almost near enough to touch yesterday, and all the days that came before. funny how flight can seem so cruel when it keeps you pinned to the gutless ground. 260211 what's it to you? who go blather from