jog raze i get this image in my head sometimes. a vision of my probable future. or my possible past. i don't know when it first came to me. maybe it's always been there. i'm an old man fading away in a nursing_home. almost everyone i ever knew is gone. but red still runs. i keep returning to the one thing that hasn't fled from me, wading through the wreckage of my mind with a fistful of words good enough to leave behind. when my body has betrayed me and i've forgotten everything but my own name, this is where i'll come to remember who i was and what i loved. 230603 what's it to you? who go blather from