winged raze and_always_birds are making a mockery of how we think the world works, even when their wings are wet with wanting to be anywhere but here. this morning, while slicing through the air that fills my room and doing my best impersonation of a pair of kitchen shears, i saw in shadow on the wall one long limb. i watched it rise and fall, and for a moment i was sure there were feathers where i knew only flesh could be. this is how we learn to fly: by seizing the impossible and lying to its face. 250419 what's it to you? who go blather from