ki raze i always meant to send you a message telling you how moved i was by the book you wrote about your husband. what a staggering thing you made. how you managed to capture the totality of who and what he was in a way no conventional biographer ever could have. i needed to read the thing first. just skimming it was overwhelming. so much truth and pain and beauty. every page a work of art. but i knew i'd get there someday, when i was ready. and i knew i'd be changed by the experience of wading through your words and his. i still haven't read it. and now the conversation we could have had will never happen. because you're dead. i waited too long. i missed my chance. "writing can be a gunfight," you wrote. "if you're fast, you make a deep impression without ever touching." here are some of my bullets, fired into the firmament in the hope that you'll hear them. 230518 what's it to you? who go blather from