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“Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost . . . ”

— William Shakespeare, Hamlet

J.P. Williams

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Photo by Paige Cody on Unsplash.

InGhost of a Dog,” Edie Brickell sings about a dog barking in the yard, running by the fence, and lying in the shade beneath a tree, even though “we ran over it years ago.” When the album of the same name came out in 1990, I thought this was a silly, throwaway track, but it hits hard now that I’m older. As you age, you accumulate ghosts, the dead who persist in memory, some of whom you may have wronged. They — or you — should have moved on, but there they are, still putting in appearances as if, like Hamlet’s ghost, they’ve come, if only in your mind, to demand satisfaction. Yet the song ends on a lighter note as the dog flies through the yard, apparently enjoying its afterlife. Hope, then, that the dead and the living can both be free of the past.

Note: I wrote this for Medium.com. If you are reading this on another platform, it has been pirated. I quit the Medium Partner Program, so I’m not doing this for money. It is nice, however, to know someone’s reading, so please clap or comment to let me know somebody’s out there. Gladius adhuc lucet.

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J.P. Williams

I usually write about the intersection of arts and ideas. Right now, mostly lighter, shorter pieces on whatever I feel like.