ENDURANCE ENDURANCE

Tucked away in the corner of a vintage shop, my friend spotted the dress before any of us. This was last summer. Since then, I have taken it home, admired how it fell, thought distantly of its previous owner. Months later, staring at the jacket on display, I felt the same recognition (the same curiosity for the girl who had worn it, the same suspicion that we were alike). The distances between my life and theirs remain. They are limited by oceans, mountains, and time. They are echoes of lives once led. Is there sense in building bonds with ghosts? I have more questions to ask, but for now I can fill them in myself.