A ghost is something that you left behind. It is created mentally and reinvents itself. Then, all things seem what they aren't. There was a large huge palace and one day the windows were broken and all silences crawled up inside. There was a sense in the air of all that had been there before. Ghosts belong to memories and memories are ghosts.
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| «These Ghosts Are Not Mine» @ Monsanto, Lisboa |
I think last night, you were driving circles around me.
