slender raze i was trying to find you. all i've got to go on is a name that's more common than i thought it was and a city that never freezes over. like a certain spot south of purgatory. there's an email address that still functions, as far as i can tell. but any messages i send either end up buried somewhere they'll never be seen, or else they're read but unacknowledged. i stumbled onto an obituary tonight. and my heart caught in my throat. the age was about right. the middle name was what you called the protagonist of an autobiographical story you wrote. i looked a little closer. the date of birth was off by three weeks and a year. this guy's taste in music was a world away from yours. the face didn't match the one your words built in my mind so many years ago. it gives me some comfort to know you're still around, even if my chances of seeing you here again are slender at best. 230228 what's it to you? who go blather from