One entrance to the past is through memory—either oral or written. And water. In this case salt water. Sea water. And, as the ocean appears to be the same yet is constantly in motion, affected by tidal movements, so too this memory appears stationary yet is shifting always. Repetition drives the event and the memory simultaneously, becoming a haunting, becoming spectral in its nature.
Haunted by “generations of skulls and spirits,” I wants the bones.
Philip, M. NourbeSe, Zong! (Middletown: Wesleyan University Press, 2008), p. 201.