I keep coming back to this image and I don’t know why. When we first moved into the apartment we’ve lived in for seven months now, I was convinced it held a ghost. The fans kept turning on and off at odd times, the air blew chilly in some places, warmer in others. I walked around with smudge sticks, lit incense and finally, accrued a collection of crystals. They balance now on the windowsills, soaking up the light. The ghost, it seems, has been quieted by their presence.