twelve

to know portland is to become part of its story. but being a ghost isn't that great. eternal rest is non-existent, so long as this story continues to be told. the only peace you can rest in is the knowledge that the people you can see cannot see you. it's a horrid and timeless existence, but one i chose for myself. transparency i'm used to.

i don’t even show up on the radar.

but i leave you these signs. they tell of my eyes and what i once saw. if you follow them the rest of the way, maybe you can find me. you probably won't, as no one else has. but if you're here, you're halfway there...

the end.