thumbnails raze they come to life as soon as my cursor grazes the first frozen frame. audio and all. a man who's no one to me leers at the camera with sweat-slicked skin and unwashed hair that can't quite kiss his shoulders. he talks to me. i don't know how he knows my name. there are four or five videos like this in a folder on my hard drive. i didn't download them. they're just there. above them are a few fragments that show someone i do know. he's on his back in a hotel room bed with a baseball cap hiding half his head. i don't have time to watch these things. i'm making a movie of my own. it stars a former friend turned self-made ghost who's come back to haunt me, if_only for a night. he lies beside me and stares at the ceiling while strangers scream on my tv screen. i turn up the volume as loud as it'll let me. i still can't hear a thing they say. 250602 what's it to you? who go blather from