veil raze "you been diagnosed?" he asked. it wasn't a question with any meat on its bones. it was a joke. a jab. "no," i said. "just better to be safe, i guess." he stood up and said, "no harm in here." maybe he was right. but even if most people are content to walk around like none of this ever happened and nothing has changed, breathing in my own heat behind a thin strip of cloth makes me feel a little less vulnerable when i'm looking at fruit in a grocery store or standing in line at the bank, sharing space with people who are too busy making love to their phones to notice they're about to walk right into me. some objects become symbols out of necessity. and some of those symbols offer a bit of comfort in uncertain times. that's all. take it where you can get it. 221001 what's it to you? who go blather from