memento_mori ovenbird The card comes in the mail: hand-made from corrugated card stock, folded hastily and unevenly, a spray of black hearts glued to the front. The note inside is written in elaborate calligraphy sprouting so many flourishes I can hardly read it. Your message says: Thank you for your voicemail. I will treasure it forever. As much as I appreciate a hand-written missive, nothing truly stands in for the sound of a human voice entering the grotto of my ears. And since you are likely to be dead soon, I’m pleased that I will have this record of your vocal patterns on hand to refer to in the future. This is a wonderful gift. Love, Sharron 250607 what's it to you? who go blather from