Hi. I’m Jess. This is my blog, my archive, my altar, my scream into the void. If you’re here, it probably wasn’t by accident.

Three years ago, my sister Madison disappeared. Radio stations that shouldn’t exist. Old websites that update when the moon is full. Dreams that bleed into waking life. Voices in the dial-up hum. A presence I call The ’Echo.

This site is part diary, part data dump, part séance. Download what you want. Screenshot what you can. But don’t look too long at the screen after midnight. Don’t listen to the Enya track all the way through. And if the chatbox types back: don’t answer unless it says your name.

Madison, if you’re still out there… I’m still listening.
–J