Are we really not talking? I can’t tell whether you’re mad at me or you’re just in one of those quiet modes where every story I would tell would end up in a one-word response or which sounds more like a “grunt”. This leads me to think am I speaking to someone walking on two legs or a new species? I’m sorry, maybe you’re just not in the mood to talk and I’m taking this way too personally. Wait I forgot these are just your ashes.