The Set Of All Things contains the Ocean, and perhaps that is the only set large enough. Or so it appears sitting out here on the boat, the water empty from horizon to horizon. The wind tugs at the sail, just enough to keep way on. Daniela’s at the stern of the boat, keeping an eye on the wheel, and I’m at the prow, looking out. As far from each other as we can get on the boat. Not because we’ve argued, but to take a bit of time. Before we get sick of each other. We’ll talk a

I’m waiting in line at the corner store when I see my ghost four people ahead of me, trying to buy a pack of cigarettes. But he only has ghost money, so the clerk won’t let him buy anything. “Why don’t you try the boarded-up gas station across the street?” the clerk asks. “I hear it’s haunted. I’m sure they have all sorts of ghost cigarettes you can buy over there.” “They don’t have Camels,” my ghost says. “They only carry brands that no longer exist.” My ghost tries to ge