memoir raze someday i'll sit down and read it. tear into the guts of the thing and chew through what i can't swallow outright. when i'm ready. i haven't read any book in so long now, i've almost forgotten how it feels to do that. about all i can manage these days is flipping to a random page and reading a sentence or two of something. i do that with his book sometimes. i did it last night and landed on this: "think of having a gift and never being sure if you'll get to share it again. it's terrifying." there's so much being said there. and in so few words. 230807 what's it to you? who go blather from