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They Kn w Us Better Than We Kn w _urselves

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The little one. The broken one. The quiet one. Gh sts. Always there. Watching me. While I sleep. While I make my coffee in the morning. They know my most intimate secrets. They know us better than we know ourselves.

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It was a dream. A nightmare. A dark reverie. A failing somewhere in my brain. A missed charge on some synapse somewhere where conscious thought meets the unconscious doldrums that keep you breathing. Some kind of waking coma? I’ll never be sure. Just that it really sucked.

I don’t even know how long it went on. It felt like years. Months at the very least. It couldn’t have been longer than an instant. A blink just as the back door I haven’t opened in months lets the stench of work-from-home-inability-to-clean-up-after-one’s-self out into the world while simultaneously temporarily blinding myself because I forgot what sunlight feels like.

It doesn’t matter how many times you try to take yourself out of it. That moment won’t let go. Not until it’s done. You just have to hold your breath and let it decay right in front of you. Then you can wake up, shake your head and move on.

I imagine it happens to everyone. It’s just that everyone else has the ability to immediately forget the hell they just went through.

I’m not that lucky. That damn misfire. “The glitch” I like to call it.

It feels like disappearing in real time. Slowly. Excruciatingly. They say you’re always one second closer to death. What if you’re really just one second closer to becoming a gh st?

You might try to say they’re the same thing. I assure you they are not. Gh sts are real. And death is something else entirely. It’s permanence or the lack of it. Absolute-ism and a soul, or whatever you want to call it, stuck in time. Light and dark. Yin and yang.

Which one’s the light? Yeah. That’s the fucking question.

I never used to believe it myself. I just heard the whispers. The stories. The things kids like to tell other kids to scare them shitless at slumber parties. The stories you tell at dinner parties that always start out with “Now, I don’t really believe in gh sts but…”

It’s a coin flip which one you’ll get. Don’t even try to guess. You can’t plan for it. It just happens.

Anyway. Let me tell you about the year I turned into a gh st.

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THEY KN W US BETTER THAN WE KN W _URSELVES

the little ne likes t stare at walls
all day l ng staring like it's g nna pen up
reveal s me kind f truth t us
kissing in the b th we wait
f r s me ne t tell us t st p
but it's still staring at the wall

the br ken ne is grabbing at y ur thr at
while y u sleep
while y u're sitting there
just l king at me
fr m acr ss the table
beer in hand and hand t knee
barely listening t the music fr m the tiny
speakers in ur ph nes

the quiet ne is tired f the n ise
and i'm just tired all the time
i'm tired
and i can see y u're tired t
s we're tired but it's n t the end
i think it's ne f th se things

we'll kn w it when it c mes
we'll kn w it when it c mes
i h pe it never c mes
we'll kn w it when it c mes

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released April 7, 2021
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Written, Engineered, Produced, and Mixed by Iain Greba
Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Synths by Iain Greba
Drums by Byron Harden
Mastered by Jesse Cannon at Found Soundation Studios
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