conversations.

i wonder if people will say things like 'oh i've had a nice 80 years of life' after they're dead or enthuse about their 'fantastically crazy' twenty.

maybe they all sit and talk, amongst themselves, over a cuppatea, saying 'yea well, you seem to have a terribly exciting way to come - i had never been chased down by a monster that lurks just outside of your sight in the last train before - '


maybe the rest'll all nod in agreement, murmurring 'what bullshit.'

maybe there'll be one who says 'wow, and the train shuts its lights off carriage by carriage!'


me? i'll probably be the one who slurps her cuppa and listens to the life experiences of others while planning the naughtiness for the next life to happen, if there is one.