Demo Disc: Flipside Frights

The disc sits wrong in your hands. Its weight rolls anxiously, like mercury looking for a low point. Rainbow oil slicks across the micro-etched plastic splinter your reflection into a billion delirious strands. Your fingers trace the edge, craving the flip — but your joints seize up, as a suppressed memory forces its way through your body. From the television's waiting static, a choked sound rises: caught somewhere between hysteric laughter and panicked screaming.