Remember when ghosts were old Victorian women striding down staircases, stopping for blurry photographs, or to run an icy finger down an unsuspecting spine? Remember when you could summon and banish by will with a planchette, some letters, a firm belief and a strong purpose? Remember when ghosts were souls and demons that had nothing to do with you or your life, merely phantasms of space/time? Remember before your own ghosts popped up on Facebook feeds and in Instagram stories? Stalking through your friend’s list as revenants stalk through graves? Remember when time was linear? When the past stayed in place before technology summoned wraiths from your personal nightmares? Do you remember when you knew that things would get better, because time would blur pain and erase memories? Do you wonder how it all went so wrong?