February 2012
The Egg by Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I...
If there is someone you trust in your life, hold onto them.
I’m in a weird place in my life.
I don’t know who I trust.
“Where does a thought go when it’s forgotten?”
– Sigmund Freud
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