i know ghosts are here with us. some have bodies. some of us. buildings come up and go down. dust floats on the water, the water is drained, the water returns, again it rises again it rains. the water remembers, it must move, it must go somewhere like ghosts. ghost buildings built with ghosts in mind, and vacant spaces where buildings fell retain the shape, the ghost of aspiration, respiring burial mounds. if people lose their memory the ghost world remembers for them. when they listen they hear ghosts whisper. they might say it's just wind they hear. they might listen harder.