GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE ALGORITHM FEEDS
The video was everywhere, a shaky, low-light livestream. A woman in her twenties. Makeup—perfect. Ring light—glowing. She leaned toward the camera, mid-sentence.
GOD HATES HEAVY METAL: THE MAN WHO STANDS ACROSS THE STREET
There’s a man who stands across the street from my house every single night at exactly 2:17 AM. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t move. He just stands there. Watching.