rudiments raze the guest wanders onto the stage wearing jeans and a longsleeved tee that emphasizes his too-thin frame. stripes all the way through. he doesn't know where he is. awkwardness sets in after the applause dies down. the host tries to guide the guest to his seat. the guest wobbles and falls into the audience below. dead weight. hands up. the woman who helps to break his fall laughs at this business of casual crowd surfing. she relinquishes him to the next nearest person. he smiles and thanks her, and for a moment he's himself again. all the light leaks out of his eyes when he's returned to the stage. don't ask about the films he's made. confine your conversation to the barest bones you know. stone age stuff. grunt if you get my drift. 240914 what's it to you? who go blather from