A dark satire of ubiquitous technologies and invasive advertising techniques in a disturbing vision of a future that may already be here
For reasons unbeknownst to me I was having trouble sleeping.
An evening stroll takes a dark turn when the sun goes down and the rain begins to fall. What mysteries hide behind the closed doors of deserted suburbia?
A day that starts like any other: Paul Zimmer is late.
Pleasant, alluring, and above all unable to be resisted.
Silence reigns. Villages sleep. Somewhere on the hillside a figure crosses the moonlight and casts its shadow over the land. And everywhere that shadow falls, pestilence and destruction follow.
Thus goes the legend of the Beast Man.
A quiet evening becomes anything but when the clock strikes the hour and the song begins to play.
When the boy first said the words, I did not believe him.
How does one draw the line between dreams and reality when the sleeper walks and the waking bears witness to the impossible?
There was never such a day as the day my shadow followed me.
Chaos and disorder are common in Isla Vista, but on this night something is different