ghosts
I had a dream last night in which I wrote the following sentences in navy oil pastel on a concrete wall:
"I believe in ghosts. But not the kind of ghost who represents a dead subject -- I believe in the ghosts of living people, of those people, friends, family, who begin to dematerialize not through lack of love but through lack of contact. I see them more and more, every morning now."
"I believe in ghosts. But not the kind of ghost who represents a dead subject -- I believe in the ghosts of living people, of those people, friends, family, who begin to dematerialize not through lack of love but through lack of contact. I see them more and more, every morning now."