What are ghosts? Things we are afraid of? Maybe. Things we avoid? Hardly.
I’ll tell you what ghosts are – they are something you don’t bother noticing. Like the person at the bus stop. Yes, that same person you’ve been going to work with for the past five years. Think about them. Not what kind of shoes they wear or what is the colour of their coat. I mean, have you noticed the way they smile? Or how they talk when they are sad but trying to hide it? No, right? Because they are ghosts.
I am a ghost too. By professional description, I mean. My job is to be no-one. Like the people who are in the end titles of a movie. There is a myriad of people there – cameramen, make-up artists, stunts, dressers. They could fill a football field if they come together. But do you remember them after you’ve watched the movie? No. You’ll probably never even bother to read their names. I am just like them with the only exception my name is not written anywhere. It shouldn’t be. By NDA.
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