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I met Nephthys

and she said,

“Come. Afterlife.”

I said,

no…

I’m okay.

This glitchy little earth

is still better than afterlife.

I don’t know

if I can play the same games

on my consoles over there.

I don’t know

if I can still text my friends

when someone comes to mess with me.

Maybe they’ll respawn with me

in the afterlife,

but oh no

I’ve got no patience.

They say

darkness is there,

pain is there,

but life…

life is here.

Unexplored.

Still these curious eyes,

still this light taking flight

inside my chest.

Tell me, Nephthys,

what gets measured in afterlife

my deeds

or my money?

If it’s money,

I better call Musk

to pay my ticket.

Or Gates,

to open some Windows

for eternal light.

Or Zuckerberg,

who will pop up and ask,

“What’s on your mind?”

Oh no,

I’m okay.

How would I survive

without these rectangular flashing lights

calling themselves phones,

consoles,

portals?

Do I need them that much?

Maybe yes.

Is Steve Jobs up there

enjoying some beta version

of forever?

What vehicles do you have?

What food?

Or do you just

never feel hungry again?

What is it?

What is love like

when no one can leave?

I have no idea.

So let me explore this life first.

I’m not tested enough yet,

not wasted enough yet,

not finished with my glitches.

Oh, afterlife

no.

I’m okay,

I told her.

I’m absolutely fine

for now.

For later

I will think.

Deep think.