I believe we are haunted.
We are not haunted necessarily by the people who have passed before us, but by the time that passes by and the places where significant events in our lives occurred.
I became fascinated by this idea of being haunted by time and place in an undergraduate English course. My professor posed this question at the start of the term: “Who do you let run around in your soul’s backcountry, and why are you so picky?” She also presented an excerpt from T.S. Eliot’s acclaimed poem, “Ash Wednesday”:
“Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
And only for one place…”
In my study of place in literature and the souls who run around in those spaces, I came to find the places that haunt me. Time is like a book, one whose pages keep turning on their own. If only we could turn back those pages of time, the people who stood in our places would not be ghosts.
As I have turned to photography, I have begun to take photos of places that, to me, are the most haunted because they have been forsaken. Because I do not know all the stories that haunt the place, I have written stories for them in an attempt to give the ghosts a home.
The Forsaken Project