I am a living ghost. A walking memory of someone else who says, “Remember when he—“ I engage with and move past other ghosts, but they have stronger ties to existence. They do not know that when they go, others will continue. I know. I have. I will. Until I do not. Made of star stuff and touched by an angel is all bunk. Some say that energy cannot be destroyed, and we are energy. They mix science with religion and comport being now with being after. I do not feel like energy. I feel like the empty space between a nucleus and its electrons. There are forces and particles moving through me, but I am zero space. At least, I am a location. This place is haunted by me.