A Ghost Story Page #2

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of Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony"

all the way into the future,

the future's gonna hit a brick wall.

The universe will keep expanding,

and it'll eventually

take all matter with it.

Everything you've ever strived for,

everything that you and some stranger.

On the other side of the planet

share with some future stranger

on some entirely different

planet without even knowing it,

everything that ever made

you feel big or stand up tall,

it'll all go.

Every atom in this dimension...

will be pulled apart by force

as simple as...

And then all these shredded particles

will contract again...

and... the universe is gonna

suck itself back into a speck

too small for any of us to see.

So, you can write a book...

but the pages will burn.

You can sing a song and pass it down.

You can write a play and hope

that folks will remember it...

keep performing it.

You can build your dream house...

but ultimately none of that

matters any more

than digging your fingers into the ground

to bury a fence post.

Or... or f***ing.

Which I guess

is just about the same thing.

Thank you, O Lord,

for these, Thy blessings,

which we are about to receive

from Thy bounty.

Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

This is good.

This is good.

We'll have this house built.

Put it right there.

There. You see it?

I know you can't see it.

A little house at first, but...

Here we are.

Take a look around.

We've got two, uh, bedrooms

back there with a bathroom.

The kitchen's that way.

There's a study/den.

We, um, haven't had any tenants

in a few months...

- So it's a little musty.

- Does it come with the piano?

Oh, it's... always...

It's always been here.

- It's... If you want...

- Does it come?

It's always been here.

- I can't hear you.

Yeah, if you keep playing...

- you can't hear me.

- I'm just kidding.

Uh, it's always been here.

If you want, I can have it removed.

No.

I-I gotta take this.

Um, make yourself at home.

Thank you, Linda.

Hello?

Hey.

Oh, no, I'm showing a house right now.

Are you runnin' late?

Did you sleep too much?

All the awful dreams

Felt real enough

Is your lover there?

s she wakin up?

Did she die in the night?

Leave you alone?

Alone

Mirror, mirror

There's your crooked nose

Boring hair

A dozen wrinkles

- No children

- Come on.

Just emptiness

- No place like home

- Which is fine. I get it.

That's what people do.

They leave, they go away,

and then they come home again.

I'm the one who's always here.

Mess

20 messages

Did you hurt your thumbs? S

What is it you like

about this house so much?

Seriously?

History?

What does that mean?

Honey, we've got history.

Not as much as you think.

This isn't how it's supposed to work.

We're supposed to make decisions together.

- Don't you understand that?

- Yes.

So why am I the only one making them?

Because I don't want what you want.

'Cause you want to stay here?

Mm-hmm.

Why?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey.

What?

It's okay. We can go.

We can go.

I don't understand.

Something fell on the piano.

What time is it?

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