I have become uncomfortable with its presence. I am not afraid of ghosts, but I shall not dwell with one made of flesh and blood. A corporeal ghost- a perturbance which moves silently through my walls, indifferent to the cadence of this life-force, bored with its study of this human being, yet, not moving on- as all ghosts are supposed to do. Need be not, of an ephemeral psyche expressing want. Nor tenuous proclamations of desire. My judgment, borne of intuition, has become impenetrable. A hungry ghost can never eat. A hungry ghost can never realize that it is chained by its rootlessness. A hungry ghost can never know the lasting bo