objects raze even a box_spring gets the blues. a toothbrush might tremble in its tray, bristles bruised and bloodied by the cleaning of its quarry. a stone thrown at a brick wall is not some stoic soldier too proud to flinch before the fall. your camera cares more about what you choose to show it than it could ever hope to tell you. unread books are not so different from caged animals waiting for someone to show them what home is. a piano sinks into a deep depression if it isn't played. don't think your toilet doesn't talk shit about you behind your back, or that the low moan of the dial tone isn't a clear indication of what your phone feels. remember: we too were once just things, uncoupled from consciousness and not yet awake enough to know our own names. 260428 what's it to you? who go blather from