Stray Country - Season 1 - A Carousel For Pigs - Chapter 23

Have you ever considered what a ghost of our time would look like?  A ghost from the world of today.  Not something out of books.  Not something out of stories.  A real ghost.  Perhaps, it would still be white.  Maybe, it would still be wispy.  But it would no longer favor graveyards.  It would no longer haunt church grounds.  It would grow out of the real world.  The greedy, dusty, dollar-bill world.  It would no longer moan.  No longer howl.  But speak in radio-static gibberish.  Just picture it.  A synthetic shifting face with the blistering scream of the advertiser, the clenched fist of the pit-boss, the desperate prayers of the manufacturing class.  Such a ghost would reflect all the tangled and transient, uprooted parts of society.  Reflect Americans who cashed out their churches and doubled down on office space.  A ghost with the pig squeal of television-static in its throat and a vapid, plastic soul.  The kind that would blow around behind office buildings, slip across four lanes of traffic, and hang off fences in schoolyards. 

 

Just what would a ghost of today look like?

 

Perhaps it would look very much like a white plastic sack.