A few days ago, I was watching The Haunting Of Hill House and one of the characters in it said that a ghost is a wish. I thought it was bullshit back then because it was not only irrelevant but also insanely insensible and stupid. It was like comparing two oddly dissimilar things together, things where a comparison is not just highly unlikely but also highly absurd. How can a ghost be a wish? What kind of wish is it? Is it fulfilled or unfulfilled? But then, how would a fulfilled wish still be called a wish? A week later into a strange mourning, I understand better. I realize how less dramatic Life is compared to all those daily soaps we grew up watching which dramatized pain beyond feasibility, use recurring characters, doppelgangers or amnesia to dress up Death as a break from the monotonicity of Life, like one week of a vacation. But Death is everything but a vacation. It's a surprise (shocking) one way trip to oblivion; something one can't forget or escape or procrastin...
Give me a pen and paper and watch as I paint your world.