These are stories from the quiet margins, between signal and static, memory and erosion. Lyrical, reflective, and quietly unsettling, this collection is less about answers and more about the questions we carry when the systems around us begin to fray.
Empyrean Sloth
I sat surrounded by seven monitors, their blue light painting my skin the color of deep water. The apartment hadn’t seen daylight in weeks. Blackout curtains sealed away the world beyond these walls, beyond the constellation of charts that mapped my slow descent into nothing. The numbers flickered. Bitcoin down eighteen percent in twelve hours. […]
