I hate jellyfish, because I just read that they’re immortal. Same thing for a hydra, though I’m not sure exactly what a hydra is. Nothing should be immortal if I can’t be. By “I” I mean all of us, I guess, but the argument never gets that far before I abandon it for slamming a door or punching a wall. Not really slamming a door, but you get what I mean. There are consequences for these things, punching walls, hating jellyfish. There comes a point where ghosts stop being scary and start looking like nostalgia. We used to dress up and scare each other, right? Looking back, it’s a kind of sainthood.