more ghosts than people

INDUSTRY | 3.01

It was so very clear for the first time, all of it...It was a village square in a green with trees and an old white-washed Spanish church with a cloister. Across the green, there was a big gray wooden house with a porch and shutters and a balcony above, a small garden, and next to it a livery stable with old carriages lined up inside...At the end of the green, there was a white-washed stone house with a lovely pepper tree at the corner.

Williamsburg Heights neighborhood of Milwaukee, WI

Look, all I’m saying is that I remember when my home was invaded and my people were killed. Those men — they had friends. They had girlfriends. People that felt a loss that I couldn’t heal. And I had to explain to them why their leader failed to protect them.