Because every story is a ghost story, even mine.
There are no good guys or bad guys. Not really
These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.
I'll just tell you what I remember because memory is as close as I've gotten to building my own time machine.
Religions need women. Who else would do all the work?
Women will one day rule the world, and when they do, their brains will be so finely tuned from all the years of quiet that I anticipate they will be far superior rulers to men.
Why do the living assume the dead know better than we do?Like they gained some knowledge by dying, but why wouldn’t they just be the same confused people they were before they died?
