A message from the edge of the Broadcast:
Hey.
If you’ve found this page, it means you've been tuning in long enough to notice something strange. Maybe you've heard voices bleed through the static. Characters talking outside their stories. Footnotes arguing with fiction. Glitches with teeth.
You weren't imagining it.
It’s all intentional.
The Infinite Broadcast is a story that eats its own narrative. It loops. It folds. It slips sideways.
And somewhere in the middle of all that noise... is me.
Not Nemo.
Not the Narrator.
Not Wendigo with a mic full of bad jokes.
Just me.
A human being who’s spent most of his life trying to understand why things feel so broken. Why reality sometimes glitches. Why grief clings like static. Why hope can feel embarrassing, and laughter can be a survival mechanism.
I’ve written stories since I was a kid. It's how I process my trauma. That's what the entire Infinite Broadcast is. Being creative does more for my mental health than any amount of therapy I've been through.
The Broadcast is what it feels like to be stuck in recursive thought.
The characters are fragments of myself, refracted into myth.
Nemo is my voice when I don't want to be seen.
Wendigo is what happens when that voice gets infected by everything I've buried.
I put these stories across different platforms on purpose.
I let them talk to each other.
It's fun.
If you're still with me this far down the rabbit hole... thank you.
Maybe someone out there is on the same frequency.
~ Nemo
A note on AI:
I’m aware of the controversy around AI tools. I get it. But this is my sandbox. I’m not trying to monetize anything. I’m not chasing clout. I’m just building a strange little universe for fun using the most cost effective tools available to me. If that bothers you, that’s okay. This signal isn't for you.