Ghost Eaters

by Clay McLeod Chapman

Now we’re stranded in that liminal space between childhood and adulthood, which most days feels like being stuck somewhere between the living and the dead.

“They’re lost souls. Spirits with no house to haunt.” “Well, they should fucking rent like the rest of us.”

We need to find a better way to live with our ghosts. Ignoring them gets you nowhere. After I cleaned myself up, I realized the best way—the only way, really—to keep living is to acknowledge the past. I have to try, at least. It’s the only way to coexist now.