Question 67 and 68

The land of the dead is and is not like a prison: we don't have to queue for the phone and we carry our cells with us at all times. It is more about whether the person we want to speak to will be there when we call. And so assuage our loneliness. The ones we are with cannot do this - companionable, yes, but not warm in the way that the living are. Warmth is what we long for because it is cold down here, yes, it's cold way down here. We are haunted by songs that we cannot sing, cannot hear, not even in memory, unless we can make that connection and feel one of those fugitive melodies flood through. Those cold wires, those wireless wires, that blood radio ... please pick up the phone. We have nothing to say but our longing but, and this is where we are companionable beyond measure, do you? Have anything to say? To us? Question 67 and 68. There is one child left and a world to carry on, to carry on.