The ghosts
are all still here.
We're just no
longer there to entertain them.
The “Burger
Chef” still stands.
I arrived in
town on Thursday and was surprised to see it still running. I ordered french fries and a soda. They tasted exactly
the same as they did twenty years ago.
The signage
changed, and the teenagers changed, but the brown brick and yellowish windows
somehow stayed new. Maybe there's a warehouse somewhere in Detroit, supplying
yellow glass salvaged from abandoned Arby's restaurants. Scrupulously, this
ensures that time continues to move the slowest in places where space sprawls
the widest.
I was
convinced that if I just waited long enough I'd see my grandmother driving down
Main street in her blue 80's Buick, and enormous black cataract sunglasses.
Because
she'd have no
reason to leave.
It's the
drainage and supply piping systems in a residential building that transport
water, clean and soiled, cold and hot, throughout the structure. Keeping the
basement dry and keeping the used separated from the new.
During the pipe joining process in the
construction of these systems, the solvent fumes created are heavier than air
and may become trapped in newly installed systems. Ignition of the solvent
vapors caused by spark or flame may result in explosion or fire. Caution of
this danger should be exercised throughout the assembly process.
Ectoplasm, also, can be heavier than air.
Outweighing
oxygen.
In spaces
where disbelief remains suspended,
the animalism
of emotional attachment somehow materializes
in physical
form.
Lens flare on
old snapshots, like the hoax-soaked cheese-cloth, outweighs the device
capturing it.
The ghosts
are all still here.
Traveling on
bits of old t-shirts, on hairs hidden in crawl-spaces, and with auditory
remnants leaching from building orifices.
They're still
here.
Because they
have no reason to leave.
They just
live on,
humming, and
unbothered.
unbothered.
Antoinette Suiter grew up in Tipp City Ohio, but was heavily involved in the arts community in Baltimore Maryland before moving to Chicago. She recently received her MFA in sculpture from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, and was recipient of the Edward L. Ryerson Fellowship. She is interested in the collision between nostalgic extremes, humor, and the uncanny.
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