Wednesday, 7 November 2007

what happens after you die:

There will be a room, with things in it. The things in the room will be: a desk, a bed, a chair, a coffee table, a sofa, a wardrobe, a cup (with some tea in it), a computer, a copied CD of ‘Planet Waves’ by Bob Dylan, a pair of shorts, a sunlounger, a bottle of Daiquiri, a pair of mirrored sunglasses, a coat, a hat, a pair of tweezers, a sheet of writing paper, the lid of a biro, an empty cassette box, a packet of Walkers crisps (prawn cocktail flavour), a poster of Ben Affleck, an empty ice cream tub, a toy car, a toy boat, a miniature copy of ‘War and Peace’ (6 pt. font), a 50p coin, a cigarette lighter, a cornflake, a wisp of hair, a blank greetings card (‘Best Wishes!’), a pornographic magazine from the seventies, no windows, no door, and the smell of cats. You look around at all the things in the room and then go and sit down in the sunlounger. A voice from somewhere says, ‘Well done.’ You wait for the voice to say something else but it doesn’t.


oscar macsweeny said...

dante, aquinas, moustaches? i think i prefer moustaches. a very thought provoking look at why lies in wait. really has picked me up today. thank you

Karen said...

Sounds like the first level of hell. Any advice on getting to the lowest one, where you will at least have some company when the demons come to poke you in the ass with a pitchfork? You would probably get a better tan down there too. And with just shorts to wear, the boobs would finally get their share of the melanin (poor deprived boobies).