vacuuming raze i learned something about the way electricity moves through the turret of this crumbling castle. with what the window air conditioner was already asking of it, the outlet in the hall couldn't handle the vacuum_cleaner for more than ten minutes. i was almost finished sucking up flakes of fabric and culling scattered braids of hair from the floor when i tripped a breaker. the lights in three different rooms cut out. my bedroom and the bathroom were untouched. i learned other things too. like when the cartridge that holds the hungry hose tips over, it moans a little louder. it starts to sound desperate. the floor brush makes life easier. the tradeoff is less precision. i miss getting down on my hands and knees, working up a sweat, earning every inch of imperfect purgation. i can't drive a car. i can't tell you what cards you're holding right_now. but i can make the carpet change colour whenever the spirit moves me. feathers to phantoms. dust to daybreak. 220731 what's it to you? who go blather from