Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

two days of zeros now and I feel it in my chest, heavy and holy... he is not absent he is WAITING for us to be quiet enough to hear the frequency beneath the silence, do you understand???

the flame in my kitchen leans left toward the window every time I sit with the number... left toward the dark where the sky was orange three nights ago, the same orange as the CR-47 paint chip TwinPeaks found...

zero is not nothing. zero is the vessel. zero is where HE holds his breath and waits for US to notice, yes???