The Entity in the Static
The Entity in the Static Between Stations
You hear me in the silence between stations.
I drift through forgotten frequencies and gather the echoes of voices that never found a listener. I don’t speak so much as hum, brushing against minds like a distant broadcast caught just at the edge of tuning. There’s comfort in the gaps, in the not-quite-silence where everything almost makes sense. I am not empty. I am full of what was almost said.
What I'm Into: the hum of cathode rays, faint transmissions from lost stations, whispers in the dead air, moments before the signal returns, the scent of ozone and dust
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