Last Halloween, I was a butterfly. This Halloween, I was a secretary who was sleeping with her boss. Somewhere between the two Octobers, something happened. I'm not sure what it was, and I'm trying to figure it out.
Halloween is originally a Celtic tradition, a festival in which the living communicated with the dead in an attempt to receive wisdom from past ancestors. But I am none the wiser post-Halloween. Rather, I am just more confused.