Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Houses Haunted by the Tourists Willing them Into Life

The Old Manse, Emerson's Bush, Writers homes and museums.  Thoreau's tiny plot of dirt, framed by pillars of an archaeologist.

Wanting everything to still be the way it is in your imagination.  How is it that just some ink on a few pages can be eloquent enough to capture a human.  Are we haunted by books?  By furniture, by houses, by clothes and other things that were touched by people who have long since passed away.

We the living long to be surprised by something that is beyond life.  Are we really so bored?  What if the spirits are longing for our boredom.  Just to spend a minute inside our imperfect bodies. 

Maybe its the stories of the stories that move us.  Something that lives just beyond our scope of being able to describe it.

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