i_grew_up_here raze he sifted through the past, strewn across the floor of the house he was born in. broken pieces of people known. time spent. places and spaces inhabited. fine china that had been thrown and shattered in moments of blind rage. as he began the painstaking task of gluing the pieces back together, he thought, "i grew up here." then there was another thought, growing out of the first like a second head slowly forcing its way through the skin of his neck. "there is a lot of growing left to do." 130401 what's it to you? who go blather from