Fade to Mind: fantasy

Ghosts are everywhere. They walk along our neural pathways, hike over the gray ridged mountains of our cortex, and whisper memories in our ear when we are resting. Mostly they fade to mind, and stay there, a hundred, a million ghosts of people we've met and loved or read. Only rarely can they be called out, or stay out, but they are ghosts, make no mistake. I'm not talking about influences, or metaphors, I'm talking about their souls, or fragments of their souls, that find another person to take residence in. They frequently go for blood relatives or people with very similar minds, although others may scatter themselves into a million pieces and nest partially. Ever wonder where that weird craving for pastrami came from? That's probably a fragment.


Inspiration: Googled "fade," went to page 10, found something about a label called Fade to Mind.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I don't know where it's going, but I really like this opening.