there_and_then raze maybe someone pushed me. maybe i tripped. it doesn't matter. what matters is i fell. i went down face-first on ice that was frozen solid enough to take everything i had, and a little more. a river of red stained the coldest glass i'd ever known, warm enough to let me know something was broken, but not warm enough to generate any heat i could take with me. all i really broke was the thin cord that kept me tethered to the here_and_now, or the there and then, and it was easy enough to mend with a few twist_ties and some blood-flecked spit. the glue you hurt yourself to make always binds whatever it touches just a little closer together than anything you could buy. 220117 what's it to you? who go blather from