The radio wolves hunt in invisible packs. They are prowling, predatory creatures of air and electromagnetic waves.
That soft, crackling interference on your phone is their footsteps in fresh snow. That high-pitched whine you hear, sometimes, is their distant howl.
They circle closer, waiting to attack...
And when they do they will pass through you, paws and claws and teeth of trickery, nothing but the faintest flicker in the fields that encircle the Earth. But they will strip the brainwaves from you, rip your soul right out.
Don’t blame them, they are what they are. Symptoms of the system. Hungry.