I’m a thoughtful body, you can see dear skull – you were once joined up like me, recognised and speaking. Now not a trace of all that made your well-known face – no flesh, no skin, no lips or tongue, no lungs or breath to sing a song – no eyes to see, no ears to hear – although you cannot shed a tear can you tell me what’s to come? Dear alter ego, I am dumb as you remarked. What can I know, a disconnected skull? So, live in the present, which is where you find yourself, and do not care about the future. What I heard said came from inside my empty head – but I think I can’t think that I heard since I can’t hear or say a single word. Halloween – the time of year for skeletons. Strictly speaking, Hallowe’en – Hallows’ Even or Hallows’ Evening – is October 31 st , the eve of the All Hallows’ Day, and we’re now into November. But the festival, if that’s the right word, of Allhallowtide runs ...