misplaced_thoughts raze there was a memory of a thing. it slithered out of the division between night and dawn, a line from a song long forgotten, and i made a mental note to follow up on it, but by the time i sat down to really roll it over it had gone and no amount of wanting it to return would encourage it to resurface. i misplaced it somewhere on my way upstairs, and now i feel like someone who goes around asking if anyone's seen their glasses when they never left their face, only the glasses are a thought and there's no one around to ask. where do misplaced thoughts go? do they congregate at some cafe that's just for them and their kind? 131110 what's it to you? who go blather from