you_not_you raze you are not the you you were before. you're still you, but different, in ways beyond a name, ways only the people who were around for the last you would know. you used to play the saxophone, and you still do, and we finger-stroke our souls for a while, you weaving breath into yours, me with percussion in mine, and that was part of wednesday, and wednesday isn't over yet. 141217 what's it to you? who go blather from