signals raze i think he's hiding. because he's not supposed to be back yet. he wouldn't want the neighbours to start speculating about why his plans fell through. so the dog hasn't been let out for days. the grass has gone feral. blue bins sit parched and peckish, begging someone to throw them a bone or a bottle with spit still on its lips. he'd like us to think he isn't here. but i can hear the hum of his thoughts. like static between signals in space. i know he's home. 260730 what's it to you? who go blather from