Observing our lives we sometimes involuntarily return to our childhood. We remember what we thought about and how we looked at the world. We were afraid of ghosts and monsters, in the dark we always thought they were near.

But now that we're grown up, it seems like it's all over. But no, our ghosts have acquired other masks, they hide now not in dark corners, but where no one will not look in plain sight.

We create them ourselves when we interact with the world. We don't believe in them, but we act as if they really exist.