hide_and_seek raze my favourite place to make myself a mystery was inside a laundry hamper. i would cover my core with clothes and peer through plastic slats, daring an unarmed hunter to meet my gaze in the chosen darkness of our carpet-kissed battleground. i think if i had to i could still squeeze into that narrow space. i'd fashion mittens from moist socks, carve a secondhand cardigan into a cravat, and whisper to everyone and no one: come find me. 260915 what's it to you? who go blather from