stage_fright raze "how do you hide from nothingness?" he asks me. i don't have an answer. he sits behind a small desk, refers to it, then slides his spine sideways. that's how he wakes up: to another young stranger on the couch. he isn't even that old. probably thirty-eight minutes. it's not catharsis_ if being away from people is the calm you need. and there is something psalm-like about holding a song in your hands at 4:21. because 4:22 seems wasteful. i'm not the one making noise. it's someone else with their feet under the stage. 251107 what's it to you? who go blather from