City of Ghosts

I’ve been back in the City of Ghosts for business. Staying in a luxury hotel did not banish those standing corner ghosts. But there was a time (two, three years ago) when all I would see were the ghosts, larger than life, screaming and wailing and haunting my every step. This time around, they were faded, the way ghosts are supposed to be, and I could see right through them. Sometimes I would reach out and attempt to touch them, but my hands would go right through, as if they were nothing more than fog blurring my vision but not preventing me from seeing where I was going.

I had conversations with people. I did a presentation which was well received. I slept on a queen sized bed and watched cable. I went out for evening drinks.

I haven’t forgotten. The ghosts haven’t forgotten.

But I’m in a better place now.