surroundings raze why, when we speak of home as a body dense with trees, is the column connecting head to trunk always the first room we think to enter? why is it never the elbow, or the thigh, or the light-sensitive lining that lives at the back of one bloodshot eye? just once, i want to know how things are in the abdomen of your woods. tell me what your spleen has seen. ply me with pancreatic tales good enough to take the edge off, and i'll tell you what's new with me, if you've got the stomach for it. 261108 what's it to you? who go blather from