If you were a ghost, what would be your reason to stick around?
Mine would be art. I won’t stay for revenge or words I failed to speak in time, but to see what beauty will come to life once I won’t be.
How many places I would possess once I get rid of my mortal restrictions. Museums, libraries, art galleries, private houses and their closed off collections and so on…
I would not be throwing books, but letting them levitate so won’t ruin their precious covers, flipping pages with whispers. I’d hide in the paintings to study the strokes the painter did. I’d murmur what I learned to librarians and night guards who ward their knowledge filled hallways. Sometimes they’d see a figure laying down in the middle of the room or someone disappearing in the crowd, that’s how they would know I’m around.