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Becoming a Ghost: Seeing Light

I open my eyes and see an amorphous fog that muffles the tonal differences among the shades that seem suddenly unsayable—the way that, at the decisive moment, your mouth forgets how to shape the name of the very person you most love. Objects beckon me, doing nothing more than exist, than flicker at the horizon of my gaze. Each clamors with an internal drive to reveal itself, light sparking outward, radiating from its core… […]

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Becoming a Ghost: Falling Out

All movement makes us aware that we hasten toward our death in a dynamic vector, and I see mine immanently before me. Time compacts. Seeing your “life” flash before your eyes before death is not a tiresome replay listing mundane causes and effects of a mundane life. Only a handful of potent encounters and choices define you. I am smelling my grandfather’s coffee in the mornings. I am breaking up with my first girlfriend. I am driving my first car. I am accepting my new job. […]

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Becoming a Ghost: Falling From

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‘Falling From’ is the fifth installment in Daniel Boscaljon’s literary nonfiction series Becoming A Ghost. The previous installments can be found here. The ground beneath beckons like a friend, uncannily familiar. Why? Did the ground support our kisses under the star-filled cold? Did it intimate my future embrace of dust by dust? I realize that […]

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Becoming a ghost: Losing Time

Becoming a Ghost

‘Becoming a Ghost’ is a literary nonfiction series by UI English instructor Daniel Boscaljon. Revelers rush in the empty space between the buildings. Liars find dark lairs, their carefree bodies careening past the playground intended for careful toddlers. I stared downward, avoiding eyes bright with the allure of the everyday world and its promise of […]

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Becoming a Ghost: Losing touch

Becoming a Ghost

Through the dimming haze of an autumn sun I see smoke pillar above idle students awaiting busses. The fortunate ones remain engrossed by iPhones and Droids, each distanced from nearby strangers despite physical proximity. I pass through unobserved and untouched, ephemeral as a shadow on a cloudy day, and enter the cavernous building. Immediate smells […]

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Becoming a ghost: Losing worlds

Becoming a Ghost

As she speaks, I shiver and sense a shift as the objects around me expose themselves, becoming reduced to a skeletal framework with a mere capacity to hold worlds. A moment earlier, my world had been filled with concrete certainties: tangible and thick like the gold dome of the Old Capital shining proudly in the […]

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