in_this_apprehensive_world raze this is what you hear her say. there are words before and after these four. all lost to the din of dimming machinery you harbour in your head. you tell her of one book that lives inside another. how a dead girl's diary abandoned to the dust beneath her best friend's bed creates a dialogue between wraith and wailer. she fears nothing she's written will reach you in the same way. you aren't so sure. you watch her fling fast_food at passing cars. greasing windshields with good intentions gone wrong. a crowd gathers. "breaking the law, but giving it away to save your fur," they sing. "giving in to cars that can't run." every distracted driver is a deep sea diver too far from the salt to remember what they were made for. you who have never sat behind the wheel know this better than anyone. 260907 what's it to you? who go blather from