The room, upside down.
All of the photographs on the walls look distant, as they are, but unrecognizable.
The ghosts haunt only right side up. They can't get me here.
I'd walk on the ceiling and fix the light bulbs with no ladder.
Dust the tops of the curtains. Clear the cobwebs.
Nothing would seem real.
Which would mean that nothing in my past...
nothing dark...
would seem real.
Upside-down.
