Yes. Well, as I said, love can haunt us, and make us do strange things.

One single word – like EMERGENCY, or love – can revise a whole night. A whole life.

Why do you think people stopped reading? We read to connect with other minds. But why read when you're busy writing, describing the fine-grained flotsam of your own life. Compulsively recording every morsel you eat, that you're cold, or, I don't know, heartbroken by a football game. An endless stream flowing to an audience of everyone and no one.

When you become a ghost
feel free to haunt me.

We find you have be careful about what you make up, because it'll come back to haunt you. I make up so much stuff, I say it's growing like a snowball.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.