Seeing Ghosts

This probably isn't going to be what you're expecting. If it is, then you know me too well.

Computer games - you've played them, right? Racing games? Driving games where you have to better a certain lap time?

I thought so. If not, did you know that there are racing games where you have to best a certain lap time?
There are.

In some of these games there is a 'ghost' - a representation of you on your last attempt, or on your best time. It's a shadowy, more transparent version of you. It helps. You can race it.

On my way towards the office this morning, I caught sight of my reflection in the glass wall of the supermarket and wondered what it would be like if I could see the ghosts of my working days.

From my front door I would span out in a myriad number of routes to work, at a number of times. Many of me would turn right to walk through the estate, a few would go left and cross the road to the bus stop. We would fan out, accelerate, slow down, stop to buy gum, stop to watch the sunrise, stop to buy Nurofen, and then slide back together at my desk, at or near enough 9am. There would be snippets of conversation that would be the same for most of them.
'Any plans for the weekend?', 'Good weekend?', 'Anyone coming to Asda?'...
Getting up, sitting down, talking, typing, joking, reading, blogging, eating, drinking, drawing, sketching, using a calculator and suffocating under my hoarded piles of reports.

Ghosts.

Look around.
What would all yours be doing right now?