I can’t stop saying it.
“Nad.”
Over and over. In my sleep. In the mirror.
Found a tape. No label. Just static… and that word.
Radio whispers when it’s off. Walls hum at night.
I think I’m losing it.
Or maybe he’s getting in.
Nad is real.
Don’t say his name.
— T.E.
I can’t stop saying it.
“Nad.”
Over and over. In my sleep. In the mirror.
Found a tape. No label. Just static… and that word.
Radio whispers when it’s off. Walls hum at night.
I think I’m losing it.
Or maybe he’s getting in.
Nad is real.
Don’t say his name.
— T.E.