faint raze there are people who only live in the thinnest threads of my memory. and yet i feel like i can almost reach out and touch them, faint as they are to me now. the french exchange student sprawled out on amanda's couch. a pink-haired kleptomaniac staring into space. priscilla pretending to kiss me and trying not to laugh while jon sang along to "delilah" before killing us with a nonexistent knife. the man who looked like my high_school history teacher talking to me about chekhov in the checkout line while i waited to pay for a book of john cheever's collected short_stories. the woman arguing with the duck on the passenger side of her parked car. the ex-roadie who came to a few of my shows and then fell off the face of the earth. i wonder what they remember of me, or if i made no mark on them at all. 260706 what's it to you? who go blather from