Tragedy and Comedy in the Afterlife: Or, a Mystic Dream I Had Under the Effects of Pfizer
Last night I had an extremely strange, mystic dream, which I shall now relate. I now have some sympathy for people in premodern times who had strange and vivd visions in their sleep, and used them as the basis for some decision or action. It's a lot weirder being on the receiving end than expected. Perhaps it has something to do with the vaccine, which I got a dose of just that morning. Maybe my 5G is finally working. ----------- In the afterlife, one's life is judged and classified not by good or evil, by law or chaos, but by Tragedy or Comedy. They are color-coded for your convenience. I was ferried into the underworld aboard an airborne Higgins boat (there was no sign of any ferryman or conductor) which brought us to a floating island. I say us, for I was not alone; I was accompanied by a nameless woman. We looked at each other, as if for reassurance, and stepped into the otherworld. The landing of the afterlife is bathed in the blue shadows of tragedy, and we were greeted b