Living amongst ghosts that don't know whether they're dead or alive. Afraid to live, and not afraid to die, and yet stay in town for the hopes of making something beautiful. Something that can make the crowds feel something, and think of something more. Time goes by, buildings die, buildings live on, people change colors, people wither and die, ghost continue to float on, nor up or below. So what shall one do when you're just aging, and just floating. Be a ghost that builds, because buildings with character, and meaning aren't living nor dying, they're in the in-between.