Devils in the Ceiling

Traveling alone in strange cities and sleeping under new ceilings makes me nervous. There are many patterns in different ceilings and it takes some time to get used to the things that you might see there. Nothing bad has ever happened but sometimes out of the corner of my eye I might see something I didn’t want to see and then when I look even though I didnt actually see anything I have already seen it out of the corner of my eye. I used to see a woman walking down the steps into the basement of my East Indian babysitters house, a brick building near Volunteer Park in Seattle in the late 1970s. This woman didn’t exist, but I thought she did and I would only see her coming down the stairs when I was tired. I think I imagined her the first time and then when I saw the shape out of the corner of my eye when I was tired, she is what I saw. A ghost for instance exists. But she wasn’t like that, more like a kind of optical shadow and then my brain filling in the blanks. I even thought this as a child. However I thought maybe I might also be catching a glimpse of another dimension and then I realized I was making myself see this woman. Even though I was willing myself to see her, that didn’t make it any less startling to see her. Traveling to new places and especially a prolonged break from my daily routines is always a worrisome endeavor.

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