Have you ever been interrogated? By the police, your parents, your boss? No one likes to be talked to in this manner. Well, someone might, but that’s a different thing altogether – if you know what I mean. (Another blog for another time…)
Imagine being stuck in a place that you simply cannot leave. You’ve got no family or friends around you. You see the same old scenery every day. You have a story to tell, but no one even knows you’re there, so how can they listen? It’s like being trapped—on an operating table, in a coma—and you can see and hear everything that’s going on around you, but no one even knows you are there. Or that you even exist.
In my mind, that’s how I imagine spirits feel.
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