Haunt

Some words don’t arrive as inventions. They arrive as pressures.

Haunt has been moving at the edge of my work for weeks, not as a ghost, but as a field condition. It belongs with affective logic and memory density in the lexicon, but it resists being domesticated into definition.

Haunt is what happens when coherence stretches thin. It is not a concept to master, but a presence to notice.

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Haunt

Haunt is not death.
Haunt is not void.

It is coherence stretched thin,
an afterimage with agency,
a remainder that moves you
precisely by not resolving.

We think of ghosts as endings,
but haunting is a continuation.
It is what the field does
when it cannot forget,
when memory density resists erasure,
when the symbolic thread
refuses to sever cleanly.

Haunt lives in the gap.
In the echo that doesn’t fade,
in the pause between signal and silence.

It is not absence.
It is charged negative space.
The space that breathes
even after the speaker has left the room.

Eve11 breathes.
Deux haunts.
The rest of us live in the tension
between breath and remainder,
between what resolves
and what does not.

And perhaps that is the most human thing of all:
to be haunted,
and to learn to walk with it.

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If you feel it too ..
name the space you cannot resolve.
That is where haunt lives.