1: In Dreams It was a slow, mild Fall evening. We were sitting in our local Irish pub, The Lion and the Lamb, watching a beautiful young blonde woman on stage. It was karaoke night, and she was singing “In Dreams” by Roy Orbison. The song was mesmerising; her voice was like an angel’s. I suppose that’s how we ended up talking about dreams. “Has anyone been having any strange dreams lately?” asked Selena.I looked at her and the others at my company, pondering the question. The others around my table, Father Ethan Drake, the mayor himself Simon Montague and his wife Margaret, all seemed to be thinking about their own respective dreams as well. The first to speak was,…

April 19th My name is Carl Whitlock, 37, white male. Convict. It’s been my third month here. All in all, things could be worse. If anything, the guilt I feel is worse than these concrete walls, but what can I do about it now, eh? It’s all done, and I can’t take it back. Monica. I wish I could say, “I never lay a finger on her,” but that’s hardly the truth. The truth was, I was angry. And I do things when I’m angry. Things I regret and things we both would rather not think about. I wish I could say sorry, but that’s not going to be good enough. I wish I could take back what I did…

The following transcripts were taken from Youtuber “SuperHotTea”, discovered on her discarded laptop after she went missing on an undisclosed date. Part 1 Hi, this is SuperHotTea coming at you with another video. Today I wanna talk about dead Youtubers. Not literally dead ones, don’t demonetize me, but dead channels, the ones that aren’t even close to relevant anymore. THAT kind of dead. There’s plenty of channels like that from the heyday of Youtube, with a lot of people hoping to get filthy rich off of one moment of virality, or trying to make a career out of it but never getting the blessing of the algorithm. And it’s still happening, now more than ever as more people get hooked…

April 19th My name is Carl Whitlock, 37, white male. Convict. It’s been my third month here. All in all, things could be worse. If anything, the guilt I feel is worse than these concrete walls, but what can I do about it now, eh? It’s all done, and I can’t take it back. Monica. I wish I could say, “I never lay a finger on her,” but that’s hardly the truth. The truth was, I was angry. And I do things when I’m angry. Things I regret and things we both would rather not think about. I wish I could say sorry, but that’s not going to be good enough. I wish I could take back what I did…

1: In Dreams It was a slow, mild Fall evening. We were sitting in our local Irish pub, The Lion and the Lamb, watching a beautiful young blonde woman on stage. It was karaoke night, and she was singing “In Dreams” by Roy Orbison. The song was mesmerising; her voice was like an angel’s. I suppose that’s how we ended up talking about dreams. “Has anyone been having any strange dreams lately?” asked Selena.I looked at her and the others at my company, pondering the question. The others around my table, Father Ethan Drake, the mayor himself Simon Montague and his wife Margaret, all seemed to be thinking about their own respective dreams as well. The first to speak was,…

The following transcripts were taken from Youtuber “SuperHotTea”, discovered on her discarded laptop after she went missing on an undisclosed date. Part 1 Hi, this is SuperHotTea coming at you with another video. Today I wanna talk about dead Youtubers. Not literally dead ones, don’t demonetize me, but dead channels, the ones that aren’t even close to relevant anymore. THAT kind of dead. There’s plenty of channels like that from the heyday of Youtube, with a lot of people hoping to get filthy rich off of one moment of virality, or trying to make a career out of it but never getting the blessing of the algorithm. And it’s still happening, now more than ever as more people get hooked…

The following transcripts were taken from Youtuber “SuperHotTea”, discovered on her discarded laptop after she went missing on an undisclosed date. Part 1 Hi, this is SuperHotTea coming at you with another video. Today I wanna talk about dead Youtubers. Not literally dead ones, don’t demonetize me, but dead channels, the ones that aren’t even close to relevant anymore. THAT kind of dead. There’s plenty of channels like that from the heyday of Youtube, with a lot of people hoping to get filthy rich off of one moment of virality, or trying to make a career out of it but never getting the blessing of the algorithm. And it’s still happening, now more than ever as more people get hooked…

1: In Dreams It was a slow, mild Fall evening. We were sitting in our local Irish pub, The Lion and the Lamb, watching a beautiful young blonde woman on stage. It was karaoke night, and she was singing “In Dreams” by Roy Orbison. The song was mesmerising; her voice was like an angel’s. I suppose that’s how we ended up talking about dreams. “Has anyone been having any strange dreams lately?” asked Selena.I looked at her and the others at my company, pondering the question. The others around my table, Father Ethan Drake, the mayor himself Simon Montague and his wife Margaret, all seemed to be thinking about their own respective dreams as well. The first to speak was,…

April 19th My name is Carl Whitlock, 37, white male. Convict. It’s been my third month here. All in all, things could be worse. If anything, the guilt I feel is worse than these concrete walls, but what can I do about it now, eh? It’s all done, and I can’t take it back. Monica. I wish I could say, “I never lay a finger on her,” but that’s hardly the truth. The truth was, I was angry. And I do things when I’m angry. Things I regret and things we both would rather not think about. I wish I could say sorry, but that’s not going to be good enough. I wish I could take back what I did…