An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little
before it will explain itself.
~ Charles Dickens- - - - -
I saw this walking home from campus a few weeks ago. I LOVE seeing things like this. Really. I do. The unexpected. The surprising. Something that doesn't necessarily fit with it's environment.
Just to be very clear, I don't mean I love seeing ghosts. I think that would freak me out.
But if this was a real ghost, would it be the ghost of a garbage collector? A person who hunted for treasure in the refuse of others? A trashy person of some sort?
I didn't speak to this ghost. I didn't ask it to tell me it's story. Was it because I didn't want people to think something was wrong with me? I didn't want to be reported for talking to a piece of wood or art or a discarded beanbag toss game board? No, that's not it. To be completely honest, I just don't really like ghost stories.