home_movies raze a cat's soft ball with a bell inside. it made my sister laugh when it kissed her forehead. birthday parties and chaotic christmas gatherings. my finest moment in a grade school play. chubby cheeks and nervous tics. the bombed-out landscape of an unfinished childhood. i used to think about stealing them. breaking into that house while the monsters were asleep and taking all that treasure to a better place, where it wouldn't just sit on a shelf and disintegrate. maybe i should have. i've always cared more about the memories that make us who we are than most of the people who populate mine. 230912 what's it to you? who go blather from