Through the front window of the house, we watch Jacob the bee-keeper watching nothing on tv. Nothing is watching him to. What's on tv, it asks? Jacob almost says "me", but he knows now that it is better to keep quiet in the mouth, and just talk in his head.     That night, as I watched television, it occurred to me that the soul of a person could fragment and decay, like one of Hive-Maker's ghosts.