the_length_of_your_body raze i must have bought this book a decade ago. i never read it. the thought would swim up from some dark place in my mind, i'd skim a few pages, and then i'd put it away. something to come back to later, i told myself. only later never came. then someone who blew the dust off my dormant desire before chucking me in the trash mentioned it to me. and i thought maybe i would read it out of spite. or in the spirit of unearned forgiveness. or just to get it out of the way before i died and words were lost to me. i couldn't find it anywhere. not upstairs. not downstairs. not tucked between two of anything else. this was late last year. i tried. i failed. i considered it lost. as gone as the person who read it before i could. so imagine my surprise when tonight, while standing in the thin distance between two unrelated tasks, i found it on the shelf beside my bed and realized it had been less than the length of my body away from me all along. 250218 what's it to you? who go blather from