Essay
A couple of months ago I bumped coincidentally into a remote family member at a railway station during a cycling tour.
I hadn’t seen this person for several years, so I didn’t recognize him at once as I turned round, he gazed at me shortly (somewhat surprised), apologized, and hurried to his train without any further words exchanged.
Sure enough, I had no actual interest to talk to this person, and it didn’t make a difference at all if he recognized me. The reason: I ghosted this family member …
