Ghosts

I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of ghosts. When I was a kid, my parents were often at work, and I was alone in the apartment. Their bedroom was off to the left side through a hallway, and when it was dark outside, and the lights were on in that room, it felt as if something was there. Maybe it was just the fear of a young kid alone, or maybe it was more. That memory-the blackness of a room-has stayed with me to this day. I often wonder about whether or not energy remains in a place. Whether we leave some sort of trail behind; some electric pattern of being. I often think that this question gets lost in the religion debate. It seems almost irrelevant to discuss whether or not there is a “higher” power, when all you want to know is if memories have some way of lingering in the air.