you are a ghost.
in the revealing flashback at the end of the movie, the audience will see i was alone at the restaurant.
years from now they'll find the moldy leftovers of your meal in the back of my refrigerator, behind the milk and Little Debbie snack cakes, and all the pieces will fit together.
i walk in the between spaces, where the veil between the worlds is thin, and i brush against myself.
