i_am_not_a_scientist raze i see what's in front of me and dig for what's hidden beneath and behind its fuzzed-out form. there's a wound in the wall where the wild things get in. i want to stand with my arms splayed and let them climb me like a grid of vines so i can feel what it is to be an organism that leans out of the soil and into the sun. but the light that hangs above this cage of plaster and brick is gone. fled with the dissipating present and the distant past. the future is now, and i am buried alive in it. 241005 what's it to you? who go blather from