Another place I've encountered my ghost is in the sentences of José Saramago's prose. Even though this time I'm reading The Elephant's Journey and not Blindness, I still feel my year-ago-self in the distinct way he joins words and clauses with so many commas and so few periods. Even his strange, amazing sense of knock-you-on-your-ass irony and humor holds traces of my old self.
Anyway, enough about ghosts. Here's my grocery store.