Ghost is a haunting presence, trapped between the visible and the intangible. The man, portrayed as a ghost, seems to fade among the vibrant flowers surrounding him, as if life itself is claiming him while he resists belonging. The flowers, with their intense colors, do not celebrate; they invade, burdened with a beauty so overwhelming it almost hurts. What remains of oneself when life overwhelms? What does it mean to be a ghost among things that are too alive?