A ghost is a habit that forgets it's dead. Centuries can come and go and there will always be ghosts walking their favourite forest paths, bending over empty spaces where their loom stood or patrolling what used to be the outskirts of their hometown.
Now of course we see shadowy figures gliding through the trees, peering down at our children when they're sleeping or strangers in odd clothing stalking us late at night. They probably don't even notice the changes in scenery or what they are even looking at -they are routines that weren't broken.
Of course there's exceptions to everything - even the dead. routines do occasionally get broken, usually when the dead are spoken to by the living and made to remember their passing. It's never a pleasant experience for anyone involved and few survive it.
Still, as long as there are places to go there are routines to be established. As society evolved into more complex and miniscule routines so too do our ghosts evolve and adapt and linger in the corners of our eyes and streets, endlessly repeating themselves.
Now of course we see shadowy figures gliding through the trees, peering down at our children when they're sleeping or strangers in odd clothing stalking us late at night. They probably don't even notice the changes in scenery or what they are even looking at -they are routines that weren't broken.
Of course there's exceptions to everything - even the dead. routines do occasionally get broken, usually when the dead are spoken to by the living and made to remember their passing. It's never a pleasant experience for anyone involved and few survive it.
Still, as long as there are places to go there are routines to be established. As society evolved into more complex and miniscule routines so too do our ghosts evolve and adapt and linger in the corners of our eyes and streets, endlessly repeating themselves.
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