I was dreaming about Kevin Spacey last night. It seems to me he is wandering the world as a ghost. Those who knew him now shun him. This is happening to someone who lived for that sort of attention.
I understand being a ghost. It will be interesting to see who and how he is five years from now. Perhaps we will never hear him spoken of again, except as a cautionary tale. Certainly, he did terrible things. Terrible things were done to him, if not physically, then emotionally. But so many of us wander, lost and lonely, unseen and rudderless. I have been this way for many years, but the fog is slowly lifting, wind is entering my sails, and I am remembering my steering wheel and map.