09/12/2026
There are times he has been seen stalking across the MIT campus, his mutterings circling back and again to rhythm, to structure, to any element he can use to link his obsession back to his shivering reality. He has heard the world and the smallest bit of what it offers. His search for more, for anything else he was able to gather in his flashbulb glimpse has brought him to lead others. Those who follow him through the murky streets of Boston seek to glean whatever ghostly tones he will drop in his wake like hard candy: enough to keep them near, never enough to satisfy or surpass...