X & Y
x: Found yourself yet?
y: Nope, but I discovered grownups believe in ghosts.
x: What?
y: Yep, ghosts. I heard something along the lines of "Do you believe in good? Then, there is evil" as a justification.
x: That doesn't really do it for me.
y: To be perfectly honest, I felt quite barren being the only one who didn't believe...do people just lie about these things? I don't get why they'd do so.
x: The need to know oneself beyond mere flesh and blood is quite strong, I'd say; the thought of our own mortality lurks in the back of our minds and we can't imagine nothingness, hence the spectral projections of that something within.
y: Right...I'd love to encounter a ghost though, I'd love to throw my skepticism out the window, I mean, it can't just all be dust in the wind, as Kansas said.
x: Don't you have enough with what you have in your earthly existence?
y: The thing is I was left with nothing to say around a campfire at night and I swear things have happened to me that I cannot explain and for which I don't allow myself paranormal explanations.
x: Like what?
y: Oh, it's stupid.
x: Tell me.
y: Well, there was this one time I got into bed, right...
x: Right.
y: ...and the sheets were all cold except at the bottom left side of the bed, where it felt as though someone had been sitting there...
x: right...
y: ...the sheets were warm at the left side, for no reason at all, and then, for no reason at all, I felt the presence of my great-grandmother, as though she were watching me there, then.
x: You weren't scared?
y: Not at all, it was an incredibly comforting presence, like a glow.
x: See, why would this presence emit heat?
y: I don't know, maybe it has nothing better to do.
Dec 10th