You can be anything you decide to be. Which is kind of scary—like when you decided to be a basket of moldy fruit. Or when you became a gust of wind rattling the elm leaves up and down the street the night after Halloween. It’s better for everyone when you decide to be something living…another person, a wolf, a dragon, even a talking teddy bear. At least that would be less creepy than when you were a wisp of a déjà-vu memory of the last conversation I had with my late friend…I think. Please decide to be a person again?