in the world of the living slipped away entirely,
we cannot afford to sit idle while the ghosts drift away into oblivion.
once you get into the habit of your particular kind of...
we present two dueling points of view
regarding the Great Unravelling.
upon which spirits have depended since time immemorial,
for ghosts, by the ghostsit was this realization that spooks me.
our eternal restlessness becomes a prison,
not an escape of the fleshy bonds,
so who can contemplate an everlasting afterlife
and the wider cosmos, as if the deathright of every honest shade?