metaphors raze i always end up back at this house. i never lived here, but it's the castle gone to seed that haunts half my dreams, give or take a few. i carry a snapped rubber_band with me everywhere i go. curl it around my index finger. let it sting my skin when it unwinds and fancies itself a small-scale whip. she smiles. asks if any of that's got something to do with her. i tell her i don't know what the action signifies. the meaning won't come clear until i'm alone at the dining room table and there's nothing to gnaw on but my own ossified mind. 240320 what's it to you? who go blather from