Friday, February 24, 2006


The problem with beginning any journal is where to begin? I find myself overwhelmed with the notion. I'm hoping this will aid in the organization of my thoughts.

For now, perhaps I'll simply begin with observations:

I am dead. But where am I? Clearly, this isn't heaven. But is it hell? Purgatory? Something else entirely?

Why does everyone here look like they did in the moment of their death?

Is this physical manifestation of my soul? I never believed in the soul before, but now I'm having my doubts. Of course, I see people from every part of the world here. I shall have to talk to others and get their opinions.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006


I am haunted by the memory of my life.

Though it does me no good, I cannot help but remember my last moments. They replay over and over again in my mind along with the question... What could I have done differently?

However, that doesn't matter now. None of it does. The past, my life, my death, it's all meaningless in this place. I must focus on the present.

I don't know how long I'll keep this journal, but I see no reason not to.

Because I cannot date these entries, I will simply number them.

Perhaps it will help focus my thoughts. Perhaps it will be nothing more than a diversion.

Perhaps it will keep me sane.