The ghost ball
I was a ghost of a man (played by Michael Caine), a ghost of a ghost really, brought back by the smallest memory, and inquiry, a google search on a name. I was the ghost of a noble, or perhaps a noble ghost, someone influential, powerful, and loved.
I went back then to the ghost ball, where the ghosts gathered beyond the eyes of the living and danced and cheered. I went back to the hostess I had loved. I went back to everything that had meant so much, and nobody remembered me.
I sang then a most haunting song. I sang about what it meant to remember a name, even a name that had once passed through someone's mind. I sang about the passage of time. I sang about what it meant to remember a face, an expression, and all the feelings it conveyed. I sang about what it meant to remember a love one once had, even if it was an impossible love. I sang about how meaningless it was to celebrate another day of existence if they had forgotten all the ones before, if not a single grain in the sands of time could be recalled to memory. I sang about fading, day after day, as those sands fall from above.
I woke up before I could finish the song, and even now I struggle to capture it here before it, too, fades from my memory, as dreams are wont to do.
I went back then to the ghost ball, where the ghosts gathered beyond the eyes of the living and danced and cheered. I went back to the hostess I had loved. I went back to everything that had meant so much, and nobody remembered me.
I sang then a most haunting song. I sang about what it meant to remember a name, even a name that had once passed through someone's mind. I sang about the passage of time. I sang about what it meant to remember a face, an expression, and all the feelings it conveyed. I sang about what it meant to remember a love one once had, even if it was an impossible love. I sang about how meaningless it was to celebrate another day of existence if they had forgotten all the ones before, if not a single grain in the sands of time could be recalled to memory. I sang about fading, day after day, as those sands fall from above.
I woke up before I could finish the song, and even now I struggle to capture it here before it, too, fades from my memory, as dreams are wont to do.