do you ever wonder what people you stopped talking to are doing at the moment? i do. i used to be haunted by them as though they became ghosts. but they aren't ghosts to me. they're in their lives. they're their own ghosts. when i wonder i might be wondering where the self that met them went, as if the selves we shed go on doing their own thing. i spend a lot of time wondering. the self i was in elementary school, the chronic daydreamer, didn't stop or go off on a tangent from me. huh—the daydreaming self is still me. in a way i was radically different in younger days, but fundamentally i'm the same radical self i was. thanks bear, for bearing with me.