00:00 [MUSIC PLAYING] I have to apologize.

00:15 This is literally-- it's not fresh on the printer. We got the print shop closed at 6 on the phone and on the paper. Woo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

00:27 Too late, we're south, all the way south. It's a two-part, one. I wanted to tell you that I remember that sunny day when you first kicked the ball through the neighbor's window. How proud I was that my little angel had a bit of rascal in him. As I apologized to the crazy cat lady and I agreed, you would mow her lawn, the entire summer in return. I can't remember if he actually did it, though, but what the hell? But the rascal in you would eventually-- you know. I also wanted to tell you that I was sorry I didn't tell you everything.

01:22 I also remember the whiteness, the complete whiteness, when it disappeared into this hole, all 90 centimeters under. And I remember, 90 centimeters later, when it disappeared to a prison somewhere between Athens and Prague. After that-- after that, I invented cell phones and the fucking internet and put a microchip under your skin while you slap. No! Two. Two. The crosses, like much big man, as far as the eye can see, as far south as your imagination can dream, bones to the ground. Bones of long-instinct sea mamos, Galapagos bones, bones of kangaroos,

02:22 bones of velociraptors and sawtooth tigers and mammoths, polar bears. Bones that are still inside a body, like a bone. And then, full circle, around the globe, my bones. Behind you, beneath you, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. And I tell you, I told you everything I never got around to say. And you stare. You stare into those empty holes of my eye sockets, not hearing what you've been wanting to hear.

03:10 And all those years to hear, I tell you of ancient treasures of the family in a faraway island that is still there hundreds of years later, because none of us can listen properly while listening to a talking skeleton. To be and not to be is not a question you will think of when the skull speaks back. You simply look at all the mud and all the dirt attached to my bones, the cracks from the frozen ground, the icing on my fingers when I touch you one last time. Ow! And I know you will only listen properly, you will only understand properly when you join us. Woohoo! Yes!