wedge raze in one of the only dreams that gave me anything to grab onto last night, a woman i've never met was learning japanese. she spoke to everyone and no one through the wormhole of her webcam, her voice a loud whisper, before her face was lost in an unstable swirl of blue and green. for a supposed beginner, she sounded confident and fluent to me. i didn't understand a thing she said, but the music her mouth made was freighted with a feeling i knew well, wedged somewhere between indifference and desire. 240821 what's it to you? who go blather from