gruesome raze you're not supposed to say these things out loud, but i've always wanted to know: were there footnotes in david foster wallace's suicide note? do animals who eat their young feel any remorse in the aftermath? sand tiger shark embryos engage in intrauterine cannibalism, with the strongest fetuses devouring their siblings to ensure their own survival before birth. when they grow old enough to form thoughts, do they carry any memories of what they chewed through on their way out of the womb? what happens to us after our bones are committed to the dirt? does enough of the soul stay stitched into our hardened husks that we have some awareness of where we are? or are we just gone? and what of the brain coming uncoupled from the body? in the seconds before anoxia knocks you offline forever, what goes through what's left of your mind? at the turn of the twentieth century, a french man answered twice when his name was called after he'd been beheaded. not with words, but with his eyes. if i stood in his stead, i'd like to believe i would try to sing something in my final moments of consciousness, even without larynx or lungs to spin my song into sound. and maybe, if you crept close enough, your heart would hear my airless, muted cry. 260507 what's it to you? who go blather from