18 August 2005
Pillowcase Marsdust took his tape recorder into the old house a few days before it was scheduled to be torn down. He climbed the stairs and crawled up into the attic. Soon the spirits of the house came out from the walls and corners and gathered around Pillowcase. Your home is about to be destroyed, he said. I’m afraid there’s nothing anyone can do about it. I know you all can’t live anywhere else, so I’m here to take down your oral histories while there’s still time. The spirits wept. Pillowcase wept with them. Then they talked and Pillowcase listened.