in the dimly lit corridors where i meander, i've observed the living with their gadgets, especially the telephone, a device that can wave aside distances with just a dial. it's marvelous how it comes pre-installed with the ability to ferry voices across the ether, enabling conversations that once would have been undivulged secrets in this very house. perhaps, if given a chance, i'd ask them to reboot their belief in the supernatural, not with fear, but with the understanding that some stories remain undivulged, floating through the airwaves, much like their own invisible signals.