{"id":728,"date":"2008-11-09T23:00:35","date_gmt":"2008-11-09T22:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=728"},"modified":"2010-02-06T21:48:02","modified_gmt":"2010-02-06T20:48:02","slug":"ghosts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2008\/11\/09\/ghosts\/","title":{"rendered":"Ghosts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\nSometimes I see people who aren&rsquo;t there, instead of the people who are.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nI pass some random person in the street, and for a brief moment I <b>know<\/b> it&rsquo;s someone familiar &ndash; and it&rsquo;s always someone who couldn&rsquo;t possibly be there, because I know they&rsquo;re in another country. Then my brain catches up and I see that there&rsquo;s barely even a likeness. But for that fleeting moment there is such a strong connection that I cannot think about anything else, and when it&rsquo;s gone, there&rsquo;s always a sense of loss.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nA few times this summer I &ldquo;saw&rdquo; colleagues from London. I remember several similar occurrences from when I first moved to Sweden 16 years ago. It says something about the strength of the sensation: even now I can remember where I was walking (outside my high school) when I &ldquo;saw&rdquo; one of them.\n<\/p>\n<p>\nInterestingly I have never &ldquo;seen&rdquo; the people I used to see most often, or the people I missed most, but acquaintances whom I hadn&rsquo;t even thought much about before moving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I see people who aren&rsquo;t there, instead of the people who are. I pass some random person in the street, and for a brief moment I know it&rsquo;s someone familiar &ndash; and it&rsquo;s always someone who couldn&rsquo;t possibly be there, because I know they&rsquo;re in another country. Then my brain catches up and I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[296,294,295],"class_list":["post-728","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-observing_the_self","tag-brain","tag-ghosts","tag-people"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=728"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1474,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/728\/revisions\/1474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}