The ghost? Is so many things.
The ghost is your past. The ghost is what you can not accept, the ghost is the thing that you can not run from.
The ghost is your history. The ghost is the love of your life. The ghost is your favorite book, painting, song or memory.
And it does not matter how fast you are running. You will never ever be able to loose your own ghost.
You will never do that. But then again you already know that?
It is similar to listening to or watching something for the first time. You know for a fact that you have never heard/seen it before. Yet, it is more than familiar? That is the ghost. I could use another word, but I will not.
The impossible. Need to dress this thing up, pictures to the other texts, “but then again…”.
I suspect that you already know the Ghost?
Once and for all. Do I fell sorry for myself? No, I don’t. Why would I feel sorry for myself? Hard words? Indeed. Grown-up by now? I’m not going to take the blame. I did tell you along time ago.
I found a 3,5 mm threaded, I cut it down to size and filed it. I found a shimmer fitting it, the shimmer was squared so I had to file it a bit. I looked for another shimmer, but I did not have one in the right size (the fit would have been better) eventually it did work and I mounted it. 3,5mm -> 6 something.
– I have found a solution, I have mounted your microphone!
– Why? What am I supposed to do with this?
– But, I fixed it? I solved the problem? It was broken? And I have mended it.
– I don’t need this crap.
– OK.