josephine raze you died in stockton, in 1922. a requiem mass laid your soul to rest at st. mary's church. your remains were shipped to san francisco for interment. now you live in a different city, in another century, caring for the cat you found in a dumpster when he was a neonatal kitten. everyone becomes someone else eventually. our names are the only mnemonic devices we're given to tell us who we used to be. 240218 what's it to you? who go blather from