this_ineffable_thing raze someday, after we've all died and dusted away, someone might stumble into what we built and fought to keep from crumbling. and if they linger long enough to read the words we've inked on these_red_pages with arterial blood and the clay beneath our claws, they'll know who we were, and what we loved, and why. that's a shared legacy i think i can live with. 250808 what's it to you? who go blather from