My older brother used to hide certain files on the family computer by creating mazes of untitled folders. So, for example, you’d click into “Greg’s Stuff,” and amongst a bunch of token games and saved Sim-City scenarios you’d see a plain, ominous “untitled folder.” You’d click on that, and there would be ten more untitled folders, most of which led to nothing, dead ends. But one led to ten more untitled folders, and so on. He had the sequences memorized. Most disturbing wasn’t the actual files you’d find at the end of the labyrinth, but why he would go through so much effort to hide those them. Once I found a screenshot of a woman from a soap opera, talking into a big red phone. Just her head.
