vague sphinxradio it's hard to ask questions of you. the good answers aren't coming out. 020202 ... raze you say it best when you say almost nothing at all. 160813 ... nr "what's that on your hand?" you asked. i was about to answer but then asked what it looks like to you. "it kind of looks like a burn," you replied. "it's a birthmark," i said. "but throughout my life people have thought it was chocolate, marker, a cut..." "i guess i've never really noticed your hands," you said, semi-surprised. i turned to you and jokingly did jazz hands. 240622 ... nr maybe it's clearer than it seems. maybe it doesn't need to be clear. maybe i should expect or allow for the somewhat unexpected. maybe it should be at least somewhat allowed. you mentioned breakfast food, and then i got a subsequent craving that wouldn't leave, so you accompanied me to a 24-hour diner at 1:30am. we ate and drank at the blue plastic table making towers out of tiny milk containers. 240622 ... nr we had a long walk in front of us, so we sat down for our first break at 2:30am. we were sitting on raised concrete in the middle of a major downtown street, with shrubs planted behind us. a loud truck passed by, and you pointed out that it was one of those trucks that carries rental bikes. i leaned onto you after you asked if i wanted to rest for a bit, and you put your arm around me for more padding, or comfort, or maybe enjoyment. i leaned back a bit, joking that you'd have to try to stop us from falling back into the shrubbery. you chuckled and pulled me back up, and rested your hand on mine. 240622 ... nr (we were sitting on the sidewalk. not in the middle of the street.) 240622 what's it to you? who go blather from