Bathroom Monologue: "Man is a Ghost that Haunts Himself" -Me

You know who I'd like to see a ghost possess? Himself. Or herself, sure. But semantic gender aside, himself. It's a little sadistic, but wouldn't it be neat to see what he noticed? If the ghost, separated from the living body for a time, and was returned to it to inhabit it anew. It'd feel familiar, like getting back behind the wheel of a car you'd been driving for nineteen straight years but then left in a garage for two more. There's a certain comfort when you get back in, and there's an unease. It wouldn't feel exactly the same as before. You look in different directions and notice things in different orders. You likely notice things in there that you'd forgotten were there, or that you were so used to that you overlooked them. Vital things, things you loved, things you stole and hid. Important things you never think about anymore. Wouldn't it be neat to find out what things a ghost remembered when settling back into his own bones?