Ghost Frequency

“Subject reports being ‘left behind.’Pattern suggests retention of self with loss of co-referential memory object.Monitor for progressive isolation phenomena.” Isolation phenomena. A safe phrase. Safer than: Someone is missing inside him. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I remember the silence.You remember the sound.I remember the falling.You remember the ground.I remember the promise.You remember the cost.I remember the moment.You remember what’s lost. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

WE ARE IN THE DARK All three will remember this differently.This is where the story fractures.There is a kiss. Or there isn’t. (Or there is more)Or there is, but not how it’s remembered.Intimacy without clarity is still intimacy.We are in the dark. Together. Whether that is comfort or threat remains unresolvedIt is winter. Not poetic winter — but that brittle, metallic kind. The air smells like iron and distant smoke. Frost stiffens the ground. Every breath is visible. The trees were black silhouettes against a sky the colour of old bruises.Snow clung to the branches in thin, trembling lines.The air was so damn cold it felt hollow — like sound couldn’t travel through it. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Household checklistEdges aligned.Surfaces wiped twice.Objects returned to their places.A note at the bottom:Disorder looks like carelessness until you live with it.He mistook her exactness for control.She mistook his looseness for indifference.Both were partly right.A bed made too tightly.Sheets pulled smooth enough to erase evidence of use.A note beside the description:Restraint leaves marks too.You just don’t see them immediately.Be pure.Be filthy.Be nothing.Things people pretend not to want:• intensity• permission• loss of control?PASSION Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

An anechoic chamber is designed to absorb reflections and all sound. I wanted to hear myself clearly.I didn’t expect this much of me to disappear. Dreams without images. A person trapped in an anechoic version of reality. Waking without relief. If no one hears you,do you still mean what you say? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I miss how easy it was before we tried.Draft saved three times. Never sent.Glue fails under stress.So do metaphorsLove is supposed to connect things.This just highlights the cracks. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

These are the tales from the Caspian SeaAnd If I follow the story far enoughI might finally reach youBut if I find youAre you what I need you to be?So nothing ever ends the sameEvery tale has a different ending Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Identity isn’t discovered.It’s negotiated.List titled “Definitions”• Love: alignment• Freedom: absence of obligation• Honesty: saying it out loudSomeone has written underneath:Or avoided.Ontology didn’t answer anything. It just made the questions louder. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

She recognised him immediately.Not as someone she wanted — as someone who would complicate things.Handwritten note on hotel stationer;-Don’t confuse intensity with intimacy.Beneath it, added later:You always do.Technical noteConception does not require intent.Only conditions.A question mark added in pencil:Did you create this —or did you just allow it? Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The signal was never meant for anyone in particular.That was the first mistake.Three people, separated by distance and doubt, feel the same unease at the same moment — the sense that something has shifted.Not forward.Sideways.Somewhere, a signal fails to arrive. Somewhere else, it is received too late.Chapter 1: Transmission fragments, voice memos, fragmented conversations. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

He wasn’t looking for meaning. He wasn’t looking for connection. He wasn’t looking for trouble. He was looking for fun. And to him, fun meant possibility without consequence.Photograph(glossy, edges worn)Three figures, motion-blurred. Arms raised. Faces indistinct.On the back:This is when it still felt like freedom.Below, in darker ink:Or when you started confusing attention with affection. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.