They say that your life flashes before you right before you die but it's all a bunch of shit. Before I died, I had the most excruciating pain I've ever felt then a sense of euphoria. Some scientists say that it's brain releasing an overload of endorphins before you croak, but I like to think that it was me crossing over to the afterlife. Now I'm not a religious person nor do I believe in God or Krishna or Buddha or whatever other bullshit you want to believe, but I know for a fact that there is something; whether it created everything I don't know, nor do I care. When you cross over you are greeted with nothing. Overtime, you start finding things. One of the first things I found when I came here was my 1964 Royal typewriter. The typewriter is a swinger model with a built-in radio; over the years the radio stations that have been preselected for the device, ceased to exist and now all you can listen to is static, and that's only if you're lucky. I now have most of my possessions that I had in my life yet I'm still lonely. I don't know how long I've been in this "wasteland" but I know that I don't want to stay here for eternity. I once heard that your brain will continue to function eight minutes after you die and all I think about now is if the eight minutes is up because I don't think that I can take it anymore. I've contemplated suicide many times but I have no idea what would happen if I succeeded. If I were to die here, would I cease to exist or would I simple just come back and start over from scratch. Would I be able to get all of my worldly possessions or only those which I had already collected. If I continue to kill myself, would I create a black hole that would suck me in and send me out of some Bangladeshi women's vagina? I know it just sounds like a lot of ramblings and whatnot but I don't have anything really to talk about nor do I want to stop talking. If someone out there is listening to me, why don't they answer? I stay up for days trying to figure out some way to get out of here; surely someone else has found a way out before. I've literally spent days trying to figure out whether this place is heaven or hell or purgatory or the segway between my death and my next life but I keep coming up empty. There is no definite clue as to whether this place is supposed to serve a purpose as a punishment for me or a reward or even just t