Introduction Time is always ticking, forward or backward. But for me it is different. It can jump hundreds of years. I don't know what is present, only that everyday I wake up and the date is different, years apart. Time ticks for me, but always differently. I am a ghost of past and future. No one can see me, hear me or feel me. I am a ghost of no existence. That is my #life, there but not there. I can only touch the dead. Maybe I am dead, left the Earth without a mark.