they_might_be_giants raze the man who stands tall enough to taste the sun cannot be killed. nine bullets burn through his flesh and still he stands, his dominant hand dented after smacking a bed frame in a moment of weakness. the_morning_after his attack, he walks to the nearest hospital. he has no identification. he can only produce a friend's wallet he hasn't had a chance to return. the woman working behind the front desk tells him if he can correctly name the city he was born in, he'll be admitted. though his memory is fading, he smiles and says, "florence." the nurse who examines his wounds removes a gold band from her ring finger. evidence of a life she's done her best to outrun. the giant understands the impulse. if his arms were wedges, he would chop himself down to a stump of his true size to better know what darkness is. 251124 what's it to you? who go blather from