All in Scar

I notice today that the ghost shape looks like the glyph of a flying saucer or Saturn standing on end, a tiny circle the size of a necklace clasp, bisected by a line.

I got mad and tried again to right the trash can and the swinging top came slamming around into my head knocking me to the ground. I was lying in the trash can lid facing the cavernous opening of the can. I remember thinking “shit—I have busted my head open.”