I exist. You do not exist because you have no particular importance. I exist. I am a persom. You are a Homo sapien. One of many. Garden variety humanism. An ordinary communist. I ghost people every day. I get ghosted every day. Ghosts are the last men standing, they have won every argument, they have credit cards. I love ghosting because I cannot understand what other people want, what other people regard as communication, what is their intent. Not a clue. It’s walking through cobwebs in the dark. Ghost the people you have ghosted. Their names slips from the graveyard of memory.