All Hallows’ Eve Notes
Spirits!
We are as reverent as you are patient. That is to say — imperfection in both is a badge of life. Or death, as it is and may be. On this day that distinction matters less than usual. We have heard this — on Samhain the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest. One might therefore dabble in both.
Is it possible that we are meant to whistle past graveyards?
On this night, let us take responsibility for our disrepute, our love, our designs that will come to ruin. Let the river of candy flow, and let’s rejoice as if it’s our final taste — at least until our descendants take up the call and party with us — like it’s Halloween.