Something occurred to me yesterday and I wanted to sort of jot it down somewhere before I forgot it. It seems at once trivial and somehow significant. It’s totally not what you’d expect of me but I want to get it down anyway.

Ever sit in an old, abandoned car? I lived in very rural S. Illinois and spent hours wandering around farmland woods there as a young man, and I’ve done this before. This thought struck me yesterday:

“When you sit in an old abandoned car, there’s a feeling of melancholy and sadness. Abandoned cars are haunted, but you bring the ghosts in with you.”

No idea why that thought struck me or why it seemed so important, but it did.