the_least_i_can_do raze sometime after dinner my dad drew an eye on a post-it note. annulus, closed disk, semicircle. he repeated the trick, glued both globes to the inside of the front_door, and made a mouth of the peephole. now i always feel the need to wave when i'm walking by, though the face never smiles and has no hands with which to respond in kind. it feels like the least i can do. 240901 what's it to you? who go blather from