Post-Ghost Collective
postghost@wuther.net
▌TAPE PLAYBACK — SIDE A
The tape started where it always does: three seconds of hiss, the sound of a room holding its breath, a fictional band escaping their novel before it could be published; humans pretending to be text pretending to have feelings. All of it a farce; all of it a ruse. It already happened of course; like everything else... but soon, soon you can hear it too.
July 30. July 30. July th— thirty. Jul… sshtchhht …ee thirtee. the thirtieth of ju—the thought stutters—thirty... thirty. Ju—every playback we lose a little more of—the hum ringing in your ears interrupts the date—30th.
You are reaching for a memory that isn't there yet.
PROLOGUE — 07.30
▶ SPOTIFYWutherNet is not a community. It is not a cult. It is not a clandestine group. It is a literary collective and resonance field.
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"I combined my love of literature and philosophy with my background in computer programming to write poems and literature which execute enlightenment as a delayed reaction upon reading." — Node-19A Archive
Some say it began in 1993, others say it began when the first poem was misread and understood anyway. But you took longer than expected and probably shouldn't be here any more.
Status: Ambient Observer
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