I was disturbed after reading how musician Andre Tchaikowsky’s skull was used in the latest production of Hamlet. Perhaps more than anything it is seeing a photo of the skull as well as a photo of Andre himself on his website. And pondering the terrible process whereby one becomes the other. Remembering what lies ahead for all of us. The terrible fact, the terrible remainder of bones. And what did they do with his head as they waited for it to become just a skull? One shouldn’t ponder these things.