I had a dream
I'm not sure if I was dead or alive in the dream but papa Oon has gone. He can still "see" us and hear us but has little way to interact like he used to. Mom keeps a small pot of soup burning. we can "burn" him phones but he can't use it because of hyperinflation in the underworld. We can communicate with them through fires (Jinns). We can also communicate through technology but it's extremely expensive for them to open our files.. so please stop sending daily pictures! This motivates me to do a PhD in Economics and focus on the underworld currency problem (bitcoin?).