photographs raze it calms me to comb through them, however long it takes, falling back into what imagery the day saw fit to give me. vibrissae and forefeet. brick and clotted blood. risk and rhytidome. even the exposures that are too clouded to be of any use have something worthwhile to whisper. i press my ear to their insides, the strangest seashells i've known, and let them live as long as i draw breath. 230107 what's it to you? who go blather from