• I woke up in a dream, lying flat and staring above, and like standing at the only window of a darkroom, light came solely from where my eyes could see. An old man raised his shovel and threw dirt over me; instantly i knew that I was lying in a grave.

    Tangled with the bits of dirt that fell over me were ghost like words, flashing into form - love, eternity, faith, hope, soul, dream - and immediately disappearing, like fireflies in the wind. These words flooded all over my body, becoming maggots, reproducing and decomposing all at once.

    Suddenly, I was staring out of the old man's eyes, looking down on myself, and after filling the grave with dirt, I tapped the surface mound with the shovel to make it firm. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and turned, only to face an innumerable fleet of tombstones. On each of the tombstones was not a name, but familiar words that I had not heard once over the last few years.

    What I had buried was myself, and it was I who had buried me.