It gets dark much too early these days. It is hard to close the blinds at 5pm, when all I want to do is stretch out in the sun for a few hours more.
It’s funny, really. I have never been a big fan of summer, but I have found myself missing the heat. Similarly, I have never been a big fan of coming back to campus for a new semester, but this time round I have never been more ready to return. Perhaps it is the finality of it all. This is the last semester of my undergraduate degree. This is also my last semester of editing this paper. As we begin our countdown to the inevitable end, I am trying my best to savour everything from the 8am carpools to the 3pm bubble tea runs to the 8pm DOPA orders, so when I look back I can at least remember the joys of it all, too.
This issue is dedicated to remembering. It is dedicated to endings and beginnings. It is dedicated to ghosts, and spectres, and apparitions. To what appears when you are alone, what haunts you on Wednesday afternoons as you run for a train you know you will not make, and what you find yourself haunting, accidentally and on purpose. In these pages, you will learn how to search for these phantoms, how to fight them, and how to make peace with them too. It’s all a part of the process. Thank you to everyone who has contributed to this edition for looking for your ghosts, I hope you found such journeys fruitful.
And to all you readers of this old rag, I ask that you follow in such footsteps and go out and find your ghosts. Invite them in and wait for the kettle to whistle. And then listen. They have much to tell you.
