On Ghosts
You might call me a ghost agnostic.
One time I found a video of a ghost. It was shot in a dark room with poorly balanced lighting on the camera, you know how it goes. The footage said something like, “MOST AMAZING SUPERNATURAL FOOTAGE etc etc.” You clicked on it, and watched a murky silhouette of a ghost. It was sitting in a chair. It kind of shifted around, like it needed to get its buttcheek meat properly situated. Then it disappeared. Wow. Most amazing. People are thrilled to the toes when they see something they can’t explain, so they don’t seem to realize what boring lives ghosts lead. All of a ghost’s angst and drama is built around wanting to move, to get out, but being trapped by their own bitterness or sense of responsibility. It’s just office life all over again.
Ghosts are people too.
Ghosts wear too much perfume
They smoke inside.
They enjoy a nice rocking chair.
They use the stairs
Turn on the stove
Get annoyed at closed doors.
They pace when troubled.
They trip people
And pull hair.
They make phone calls.
They battle household pets.
They drop dishes
And run loudly into furniture
And knock over lamps, they’re clumsy as shit.
Ghosts go for walks.
Use umbrellas.
They’re very stealy.
Ghosts love musical instruments
But are painfully tone deaf.
Anytime a ghost manifests and picks a wedgie
There will be an idiot with a camera
Who distributes this fascinating footage
To the awestruck, stupidstruck living.
