Welcome, dear strangers and curious apparitions, to the gathering of whisk fancies and phantom footnotes.
Have you ever wondered what happens to the socks that vanish into the abyss of washing machines? Rumor has it, they join the elite club of lost keys and forgotten passwords. They meet on weekends and indulge in petty theft of laundry and cryptic evolution of digital codes.
If you listen closely, you can hear: phantom footsteps dancing across the keyboard, typing out love letters to integers and whimsical haikus for imaginary pets. These literary spirits have yet to find their publisher, but they’re working on their sixth anthology titled "Prose from the Afterlife."