transmission origin
My name doesn't matter anymore. Call me Smeary — the smear left when something tries to leave the frame too quickly.
I write from places that no longer appear on maps. Rooms where the walls breathe when the lights are off. The words come easiest at 3:17 a.m. when the static between stations starts to whisper names.
I am not the author.
I am the medium.
Something else is doing the typing.
I am the medium.
Something else is doing the typing.
what you're reading
Fragments. Memories that might not be mine. Logs from nights I don't remember surviving. If you feel watched while reading — good. That means it's working.
Stay too long and you might start hearing it too.