No sé, pero creo que moriré

A ghost unfolds his sheet and discovers that the folds are memory. He wanders through the ruins of his corporeal state, while a bespectacled boy, perpetually questioning himself, journeys toward his own being. Boy and ghost, two parallel lines with no intention—yet an obligation—to intersect someday. The boy, sadly, will become the ghost, while the ghost can no longer be anything, yet has been.