Reminders
Ghosts have always caught my fancy- as a kid, i imagined them with long wild tresses, loud laughs and scary teeth. And they would float through life (afterlife, to be precise). This aspect of ghosthood has been consistent in my imaginations- as a child, teen and adult. I always knew ghosts would float- not quite flying, not quite walking, but floating. Neither were their legs quite touching the ground, so there is no root to oneself, nor were they quite far off from the ground for one to feel the wind beneath the wings and the thrill of ambition. With time, my feelings about ghosts have also evolved. The revenge hungry ghosts of my childhood have evolved into kindered spirits who always knew to hunt down only the movie villains. With adulthood came reasoning and somewhat ironcially, a broadened imagination, which gave me ghosts that were reminders of yesterday's joy- ouija boards and their resident ghosts had become just another indicator of how gullible childhood is. And so today...