mice_gather_dust raze they don't mean to stockpile these stray strands of god's lint and sloughed off skin. but in the course of foraging for food and gathering nest-making materials — abandoned blankets fleeced and old shirts shredded to shield their young — their paws pick up all the fine particles that litter the landscape of your life and knead them into knots, leaving them larger than they were when you first found them. while hurtling through the sheltered highways of your home, they might pause to watch you and your estranged spouse take in a movie about a marriage breaking down. they might wonder, too, why two people would choose to sit with something so close to the bone. their favourite films are the ones they write themselves when their eyes are closed. they're a lot like us that way. 260409 what's it to you? who go blather from