Lapidary

One of the defining features of my new home in North Arlington is the necropolis across the street from my apartment. Holy Cross Cemetery is about the size of NArlington, and about as lively.

It's really weird to see forest filled with tombstones and populated with the occasional mausoleum. Nights, while looking out of the bus window, I keep expecting to see an occasional spirit or phantasm. I never do. Most people never see a ghost.

I would love to meet a ghost. The experience would probably just get freaked out and run away, but at least I would have an awesome story. Probably more awesome if I didn't run away.

I have this weird fascination with the paranormal. I don't believe in it, but I think it's a fun set of ideas to play with. I liken it to being fascinated with ancient mythologies or urban myths. We all agree it's false, but it is fun to pretend it is and let your imagination run wild. There's no way to predict the future with the stars, no one turns into a wolf-beast during full moons, and voodoo just plain doesn't work.

However I still hope there are ghosts. As much as I try to debunk whatever weird thing may happen to me, as much as I explain away every strange noise or sensation, I still want to be proved wrong someday. That would mean something is going on after we're gone.

Maybe it's better if nothing happened to us after we die. Then you have to think about how much you fucked up until the end of time.