I didn’t call you. I just see you, that’s all. Last time, I looked you in the eye by mistake on the street. That was you, right? What do you mean, you see me? You’re a ghost. I see ghosts. I’m not a ghost. They all say that at first. What are you? Why can’t I see the things I normally see? What should you see? Your future at age 20, 30, and so forth. I must not have a future.













