You look flatter, less life-like and 3D lately in the photographs I have everywhere around the apartment. I pick them up and stare closely because I'm surprised by this recent change.
You are a photograph.
A friend suggests to me the other day, "Maybe heaven or the afterlife isn't a place, but a whole other dimension, like going from two dimensional to three..." And it is as strange a concept as three dimensional would be to one who'd only experienced two, she says.
"We have a picture of Appa!" Audrey says a lot now before she goes to talk to your picture.