muggy raze i think someone left the universal sauna running and forgot to close the door behind them when they'd finished with their sweating session, and all that wet heat decided it wanted to see the world. i can't remember the humidity ever being this oppressive during any summer as long as i've been alive. like a heavy glare you can feel as plain as anything, without ever knowing who's staring you down or where they've hidden themselves. it's been raining almost every day, and it hasn't made a bit of difference. now there goes the sky making sounds like it's going to weep again, for all the good it'll do. 130719 ... ovenbird We don’t get days like this on the west coast—days where the breeze is stale exhaust, like the sky has turned on a hair dryer and is aiming it at your face; days where the air has weight and crouches on your skin like a slimy toad; days where everything lingers, where everything rots, where everything hovers. Days that offer up the damp cave of a childhood sickroom where the humidifier is throwing a fug of Vicks Vaporub into your eyes and your brain is putrified with fever. Days of road kill and dumped mattresses and discarded take-out boxes spilling rice and maggots onto the sidewalk. Cicada days. Wet towel days. Days that reek of sulphur. My father and I walk slowly along the river and find no relief. “It’s so HOT,” I say. I don’t seem to be able to find other words. “Why is it so HOT?” 250726 what's it to you? who go blather from