Just now, making an espresso in a kitchen in the office.
Man's voice - "good morning - as if, per sound effect, passing by behind me.
Nobody there when I turn around, more nobody when i step into hall, look both directions.
A walk around the floor. More nobody.
But I heard what I heard for damn sure.
And, while at it, occasional sensation of single tap on left shoulder, yesterday and day before. Light, like a fingertip.
"Nothing Stuff" compared to previous experiences of Things That Don't Happen Happening, but worth jotting down, particularly the Good Morning.
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