Pretend your life ended years ago, and you’ve been living in some sort of agreeable afterlife. You don’t have real problems anymore. There’s no stress, no war, no worries, no shame.
The only downside, if you would call it that, is that you don’t get to live in the world anymore. Despite all the troubles of worldly life, most of your afterlife peers feel a bit of nostalgia about “being in the thick of it again.”
The afterlife community, among other activities, holds a weekly raffle. The prize is kept private – only the winners know what it is, and they must sign a non-disclosure agreement.
One week, you win, and accept the prize. An administrator congratulates you, you sign the papers, and he touches you on the arm.
Instantly your surroundings change. Continue reading
“You don’t become cooler with age, but you do care progressively less about being cool, which is the only true way of being cool.”