hour_of_the_rat raze he scrubs food that moved through someone else's entrails and came out fuel waiting for a flame from the hip of a bookshelf flat on its back. a freeze_frame at the end of the film reveals his fate. he's just another faceless corporate puppet now. but he looks happy. that's more than i can say for myself most days. i leave the front_door open long enough to let a rat inside the house. she climbs the walls and sniffs at the ceiling. she scales the whole height of me. one quick shimmy from shin to neck's nape. she finds something worth staying still for while staring at the back of my head. i can feel her look_right_through_me. i wonder what she sees on the other side of this hollow-eyed machine. 250202 what's it to you? who go blather from