In every one, a lingering shadow marks another human lost. How should we mourn these nameless beings that have gone ghost? How should we mourn all the unknown spirits that wander America’s streets? Anywhere you look on a map, so many crossroads where souls have been traded and sold till they’re less than dust. Ghost-town America with its disillusionment and drug overdoses is spilling out of Hollywood alleyways and into a suburb near you. See all the sad souls fall like stars from the flag. These are the voices that wail on the lonesome wind.