Sunday, July 25, 2010

Maybe I'm not as crazy as I think. For the past few weeks, I've occasionally been seeing my uncle. No, not in dreams. In Forest Park, or on the train, or in the hospital cafeteria. And not just a flash of him, either--not a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, not a matter of seconds. I see him clearly, looking at me, smiling, and then vanishing into thin air. Now you see it, now you don't--a sleight of hand at once both comforting and cruel--and, apparently, quite common (though no one talks about it).

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