Tuesday, July 3, 2007
I keep forgetting that Chris is dead. Maybe that's because it's only the Living that can really leave us; the Dead have much less of a choice. It's up to us to keep them and carry them, and give them some place to go. It's nice, the feeling of having all these people tied to me like balloons, hovering just out of mortal perceptions. But then there's a feeling of grave responsibility, to make sure nothing happens to them, that they don't fly loose, abandonded to a lack of dimensions. I hope I am doing alright. I can be a fitful anchor.