I know we haven’t spoken in a while but I have something to tell you. I’ve been seeing you. Just walking around, not noticing me, just walking and staring. Mostly late at night or in the early morning hours when it’s dark – so dark it was hard to tell at first that it was really you. But during the day too, in the shadow cast by a passing cloud.
I don’t know what’s going on. These things… they can’t possibly be ghosts. I mean, here I am talking to you on the phone, and you’re clearly alive. Right?