Spectres from the future imbue themselves into the past and present. Retro futures inform me of my present. I look to the horizon and I experience flashbacks.

I describe my desires as haunted; they’re like ghosts that follow me everywhere I go. Some people say desire stems from lack or privation and that these ghosts fill in the lacuna that desire originates from. It’s a ghost called hunger, a spectre called yearning, and a revenant called invidia.

The evil eye that covets its object of desire, the eye that wields its black magic against those that obstructs its will. Desire conjures up a darkness within me and within the shadows, these ghosts roam and fill the space with their wails. Ghosts are not the past haunting the present but a future that was obstructed from coming into being.

What lies beneath isn’t what was but rather what was that could’ve been.