Desmodus Rotundus

Matheus Andrade, a 22-year-old engineer, was bitten three times in his sleep by the elusive bats. He sought treatment thanks to a public health alert issued after Souza’s death.

“I never felt any pain at all on both the nights I was bitten. But in my dreams, I did feel as if something had hooked itself onto my toe,” he said.

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Image by pumpkin_patch_pete.

Nocturnal

The world is so different in the daylight. In the dark your fantasies get so out of hand. But in the daylight everything falls back into place again.
Let's have no more nights.

-Mary Henry, Carnival of Souls 

Toil And Trouble

A cauldron, some incense resin, a charcoal, and an LED (shot last November)...

Ghost Q&A

Q  how do you know you’re a ghost
A  it’s the sliding

Q  is it like sleep
A  like scything

Q  do you feel old or young
A  space and time are wrong

Q  do you eat, is there food
A  the sliding affects my nerves

Q  what about up and down
A  just vectors

Q  do you have language
A  aren’t I talking to you

Q  I mean grammar
A  the verb

Q  that is a contradiction
A  no it isn’t

Q  just testing
A  have I had this dream before

Q  yet you’re also awake
A  I contradict myself all the time

Q  do you see people can you see me
A  if you close your eyes

Q  what about moods
A  the edges are freezing

Q  is that good
A  yes

Q  is it crowded
A  are you joking

Q  are there ghosts in this room
A  most of the objects here are ghosts

Q  really
A  have you been to Paris

Q  no
A  Paris is a ghost

Q  no it’s not
A  have you read Thomas Pynchon

Q  but we digress
A  a ghost has no right angles

Q  how do you relax
A  swimming

Q  who is that man
A  he does the zeroes

Q  did you say swimming
A  I saw you at Saks once buying makeup in the middle of the night

Q  wasn’t me
A  it was the night the counter flooded

Q  no
A  you can’t put one in till you take one out

Q  one what
A  zero

Q  does your hair keep growing
A  yes but it is apples

- Anne Carson

Image by Sally.

Visions Of Light And Day

Still it follow'd me under the yellow moon,

Looking back to the graveyard now and then,

Where the winds were playing the nighta tune —

But, Kate, a Ghost does n't care for men ,

And your papa couldn't have done it harm!

Ah, dark-eyed darling, what is it you see?

There, you needn't hide in your dimpled arm —

It was only my Shadow that walk'd with me!

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt, My Ghost

Wonderful concept and beautiful photos.  I love the notion of capturing that glowing light from a home at night.  Are the people in there watching TV?  Eating dinner?  Arguing?  Laughing?  I love it.

Even cooler is the fact that these were taken by my dear friend Sara.  California is already a kind of mystery to me.  Very foreign and strange to this east coast guy.  But these photos feel familiar.  Like the lonely houses I walk by at night sometimes.  Wondering if the people are asleep inside, and if somebody left the porch light on.  All night long.

More cool photos here.

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