(no subject)

I think the reason I have been largely silent here in the last year or so is because I have taken to thinking it would be a great comfort to pass through this world as insubstantially as a ghost; passing through it, observing, listening, and then moving on unmourned, unremarked-upon, unremembered. It occurs to me, belatedly but not too much so, that perhaps this is a conceit.