SeaBed

Story

I saw a ghost in the living room. But since I was already used to the phenomenon, I did not let it disturb me while I was preparing my dinner. The ghost ate my fried egg and praised its taste. As I listened to it, my memories of the time when we were still together came back. Back when we were still in school, she asked me what we needed to be together. A small job that we could live off of without depending on others. A quiet apartment where we would have the freedom to do what our hearts desired. That's what I told her. In the late eighties - during the economic boom - the small design firm we had started was doing amazingly well. We were visiting all the places we had talked about in school - the southern islands, the old European cities, the West Coast. We went wherever we wanted and saw whatever we wanted. Alone in the spacious living room, I tried to figure out why it all ended up this way. Why the days when nothing stood in our way were a thing of the past. I no longer felt like I could do anything. The world had become complicated. Even simple things became difficult. The rules we had made in the past no longer seemed to apply, and the castle we had built for ourselves was crumbling into dust. "What is necessary for us to be together?" - Spirit asked me. We need to create a new place for ourselves. A place that no one can destroy. Let's create a place that no one else can reach. And so I set about the plan unobtrusively. In a place so deep beneath the surface that no one else can find it.