Matsuo Monroe. Teach me to die (№ 68160)

Do I exist in fact, or I'm just a Ghost - nobody cares. Even to myself. Those with whom I came in contact, saw me as a fleeting episode. I sought it, and I have, apparently, pretty well. People passed by, gave me puzzled looks and disappeared in a grey murky haze... Someone stopped by to pay me a couple of words, and also disappeared with a shrug in response to my answers... I inconspicuous stone at the crossroads of many foreign roads.