No. Hello. Hi. How are you. Do you want to cry. Or say hi. I’m loving life so much right now. It’s hard to know who to talk to. Who to tell what. When one of us gets knocked down. The other one always comes back. You can see it in their eyes. That look they have at nothing. They’re looking around for something to do. But they can’t find it. This is the part where I say. Never mind. We’ll all be there in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening. In the time it takes to walk one foot. One inch of the way across the room. And by the time you’ve walked that many inches of space. Your face already a caricature of itself. And as you walk. You start to see things about you that no one else could have thought of things like : Go ahead. Take a picture of yourself with your dead. Cute little memory.