The internet is a haunted place. People linger long after they’d rather leave, locked in social feeds, CV banks, the time-stamped tag of a comment thread in the digital backwoods, our ghosts dried and hung on the branches. Unless we request it, most of us will die before our Facebook profiles are removed. And who does? Isn’t it easier to sit and imagine what people are thinking about us from t...

That’s the curious pull of Shiloh Dynasty – we can’t square her in our heads because she is a somebody and a nobody all at once...

That’s the curious pull of Shiloh Dynasty – we can’t square her in our heads because she is a somebody and a nobody all at once...