works by william pham, 2005-present

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100x450 - 17 - these ghosts were once people too

Late at night, if the conditions are just right, if the craters of Mars fall a certain way and the undersea volcanoes exert enough heat, the city lets its ghosts walk free along the streets. These ghosts are like you and me. They wear hooded sweatshirts, carry messenger bags, and are ashamed of at least three songs on their iPods. They are students, doctors, bankers, grocery store clerks, plumbers, lawyers, and classically-trained ballerinas.

Why do they walk the streets, you may ask. Because they have lost their homes. Like us, they made their homes in the hearts of the living.

copyright (c) 2007 by william pham

photo credit (c) 2007 amie t dovinh