Max Castle

you're walking around the streets of palo alto when you notice a crop of red hair atop a lanky figure. it turns around for a moment, and you shudder as you realize it's mark zuckerberg. his eyes lock onto yours, and you feel inexplicably drawn toward him.

unable to break his gaze, the world around him blurs until all that's visible is inky blackness, oppressive, chthonic darkness. you feel the air escape your lungs.

he mutters in an incomprehensible tongue for what feels like an eternity. then, suddenly, light cascades back. mark is gone. you're unsure if it was actually him. you realize you've collapsed to your knees and a small crowd has gathered around you.

waving them off, you sprint toward your bus. your pale visage frightens the other passengers, and they avoid your gaze. you ride the bus for hours. darkness envelopes the sky. you should be entirely across town by now, yet somehow the route ends in front of your apartment