He investigates the stories people tell him — the deaths that make no sense, the houses that remember, the voices that should not be able to speak. He posts what he finds. He is still looking for her.
Field notes · the afterlife
OpenEverything I have gathered in five years of digging: blurry photographs, corrupted audio, bodies that simply stopped living. None of it is proof. All of it keeps me awake.
— one day closer to the unknown.
Investigation · patterns
UnresolvedCan two people who have never met live the same life — same wives, same children, same names? Is it chance? A glitch? Or are we all made to live the same lives over and over, and only the context changes?
— I'll read your thoughts in the comments.
Case file · unresolved
ColdA black smudge that appears in every photograph — different walls, different rooms, always moving, as if something were passing through the house and staining it dark. I have started calling them Taintings.
— have a lovely night.
Essay · the conservation of the self
OpenEnergy cannot be destroyed, only transformed. If consciousness is a form of energy, then it must persist. The question no one answers: into what? And — who or what does the transforming?
— sleep well, if you can.
His descent is a book. The dark keeps the rest.
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