unsent raze i have this proverbial box filled with all the things i was never brave enough to give you back when it might have mattered — glances, impressions, ideas, dreams, gestures both sweeping and subtle, pieces of myself i thought i could spare. i've thought of giving it all to you now, sometime after the fact, as a way of tying up loose ends. but i think what i'd rather do is dump that stuff in an open field somewhere and leave it behind, for someone else to find, or to break down and return to the earth, like the song says. there's a sense of accomplishment that comes with setting it free, no matter how belated, or how perverse the method might be. 130402 ... unhinged letters_unsendable emails_drafts of how you made me feel 130405 what's it to you? who go blather from